Posted in Clogyrnach

Half-Baked

The lazy wheat will shake his head
disgusted with the same, old bed
in long, narrow lanes
on vast, open plains.
He complains,
he’ll be bread.

© Susan Schoeffield

Today’s daily poem is written in an early Welsh poetry form called the Clogyrnach.

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