Flirting blush stickle-back red cheeks hot-glowing smile shy-twisting stars birth brain-side emotion-galaxies swirl milk-churn stomach spine-creep chills breath shortening blush stickle-back red March 2024
Let me know what you think. I didn’t like it last night when I wrote it, but it’s grown on me overnight.
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I like how the opening and closing lines frame the poem, and the line breaks create a sort of speedy breathlessness that fits the topic well. I like the concrete details, especially "milk-churn stomach"
Intriguing, clever, and - this is the best bit - relatable! Awesome, Tamsin!