‘Ice’ and Other Poetry by Michael Curtis

  Ice I open my golden flowing fins,     I dance beneath the ice, I dip and twirl and pose and spin:     Tell me, don’t I look nice? Look at me! a glistening fish     flowing fancy and free: I know if you could have a wish     you’d be pretty as me.   The Ballad of Titus … Continue reading ‘Ice’ and Other Poetry by Michael Curtis