ORNA ROSS

Historical Fiction

Poetry

Go Creative!

A New Poem: Coming To

A New Poem: Coming To

On my back in the dark. given up to night, I lie, a fool aground. A suckling. yearning, turning in want and will, smothering in the urges of the underneath. Up there the spangled stars. The moon: one-quarter lit and on the wane. Hiding its hollows in its divide. And...