Poems from Tess Townsend

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A lady who loves to write poetry and all sorts else too
Paradelle for The Furnace - a poem written at an iron pour at Shropshire Steel Sculpture Museum
Her Sshh commands us “Hush” Her Sshh commands us “Hush” Glittering spatters trail in her wake Glittering spatters trail in her wake  Her...
Paradelle in a Pandemic
And so it came, this wave, a curse, wild storm And so it came, this wave, a curse, wild storm Strange stilling howl, alone we froze at home...
Forbearance
   I am not waiting, I am here  A weighted patient, bided for beginning Horizon's curve flattened  New dawn or the dying of a light...
Forbearance
   I am not waiting, I am here  A weighted patient, bided for beginning Horizon's curve flattened  New dawn or the dying of a light...