A white coin
Hangs in the sky.
It turns and turns
Like a twinkling eye.
Spreads its light
Through houses and dens
And crosses the land
Over fields and fens.
A white coin
Hangs in the sky.
It turns and turns
Like a twinkling eye.
Spreads its light
Through houses and dens
And crosses the land
Over fields and fens.
roshnii 
Hello Roshnii
Thanks for your comment on my blog, and glad you enjoyed the Juno article. I like your poem and look forward to reading more!
I am currently setting up a mom’s writing group (ongoing) which is likely to be fortnightly, in Brighton. We will do writing exercises, give feedback on each other’s work, and generally support each other.
Let me know if you are interested, and we can get the ball rolling! I will be out of the country from 20 April – 18 May but am looking to start the group in May.
Morgan x
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