A fog
Thick as an open palm
In front of my sleepy and
Smiling eyes.
A grey hump
like a shadow behind a shadow
Bobbing in the distance leaving
A wake of sour milk and mulch.
In praise of the Father Brown mysteries
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You might think that as a non-believer I’d be somewhat irritated by GK
Chesterton’s Father Brown stories – or put off by the little
priest-detective’s ma...
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1 comment:
lovely.
"thick as an open palm..."
i like.
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