Once Bitten: Shadorma


Some woman
Turns and smiles at him
Ignores her
Turns his back
Waits to walk on till she’s gone
“Nowt but trouble there.”

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 27, 2019, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. Wisdom gain through pain …

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  2. No how would he know 🥴

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