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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