This week’s poem is There was in cranes. I hope you enjoy it! There was in cranes. by Jay Snelling Cellophaned flowers. To look forward to it was an astonishing feeling of a high degree. Staging each one by hand. Directors of gardens, their relationship to the towering tempest in over 2000 plastic theatres created a production by the name of Margaret. She sat by Neptune and they created poultry, and dogs with names of Mars and Fire. They were interested, to London they flew for a line and shine until ending. I use chance methods to create my poetry and I’d love to … Continue reading The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.