I set fire to the words so that you could see the flame I set fire to the words and do you know my name?
(I’ll whisper it on the breeze and the trees will tell you all about it)
Author’s Note: Micropoetry is really short — and the almighty algorithm favours read time… so I’d appreciate it if you could hang around the page for a little while to let it know I don’t suck 🙏
Queer, weird, & a tad peculiar. Bookish rebel. Writer, poet, (book) blogger @ dorareads.co.uk . Welsh as a tractor on the M4. Buy me a coffee @ ko-fi.com/ceearr