Drinking tea while reading Ivor – perfect. Excellent poetry
I am a tiring old writer
like apunch-drunkfighter
who buckled and fell
before the round eleven bell
lying flat on the bloody canvas
wishing Iwereambidextrous
like the incredible Emily Dickison
(Oh, she must have been!)
and I still have more stories in my subconscious
ring the bell for round twelve
I am in the corner, blindly courageous
sitting here within my dizziness
waiting for the new world to stop being carnivorous
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022