(Image: Intersex flag)
After the great session at WorldCon on Speculative poetry, I was reminded of something I wrote a few years back – set in Chislehurst Caves, just outside London. Caves feature in my work an awful lot: I’m sure there’s something psychological about that, but I’ve never found any relatable meaning in my research.
This is a long rhyming poem, but one I love to reread often. I hope everyone (over the age of 18) enjoys it too!