If you were to rub your eyes
and think again
you will remember, (though you’re struggling with the memory now),
you asked me
what sort of flowers they were,
but I only remembered their scent;
I was afraid to let you know my ignorance.
Stroud Writers
The Stroud writing group meets once a week, at present on Wednesdays, at The Ale house, John Street, Stroud.
