Do chameleons ever forget
how to change?
Do they lose themselves
in the backdrops.
Forget skins on tree branches,
upon broad, flat leaves?
Where water pools in stills,
catching light like a trap.
Do they see themselves
or just the skin they wear
shifting.
So I’ve just had a bit of surprise while scrolling through the wordpress reader! My poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ has been accepted and published on The Drabble. They did email me to let me know but I hadn’t check my email this afternoon and happened on my submission mostly by accident.
I do believe the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille night is the perfect way to celebrate.








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