Finchley

OPENING NIGHT twisting tangled up to my neck in curtains listen: I’m up to my neck and drowning in threads pulleys levers the house quiets, show begins the house cheers, ...

I've totally been there too - I love those sort of days, and there's nothing better than driving by all those fields in an open car. Lovely description, but I ...

I love the over-all pattern of this poem - it's dark and grim, and I like it. However, some of the rhymes just seem a little shaky, I guess. For ...