I am trying to lay down a preface
That tastes like heaven
Spins on a dizzy edge
Turns self-confessed obnoxious alpha males
Into blubbering boys that cry.
But my poetry skills are no match
For sounds that mesmerize, hypnotise –
That bloom in the dark
And set the tone
For the words that are to come.
Echoes of charlotte sometimes.

Copyright ashyvicar February 2026