Sunday, 20 September 2026

20th September 2026

 


treacherous;

the apples taste delicious.

Whoops! diarrhoea


© Rachel Green September 2026


Ascension


From the top deck of the bus

I saw a man dressed as an angel

and carrying a trumpet;

not the 'he must play jazz' kind

but the sort in Biblical tales

where the walls tumble down

because the note covered the sound

of saboteurs tunnelling beneath;

and my heart felt a chill

because maybe Revelations had been right,

and the Seven Seals were about to be broken,

but ten I realised we were passing the BBC

and the guy was just an extra.


© Rachel Green August 2026


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