Brighton Clock Tower, Redecorated, Poetry by Anna Tizard

I covered the clock tower with clocks and clicking watches
I did it for her.

Her mind is not unkind but she lives in space-place
outside of time.
It means she’s always late
which for we who wait is obviously
not great.

MY ANGEL CHILD – Poetry Reading by Cleo Patra

The sole reason why I submitted my poetry to WILDsound is; WILDsound is the only online venue who will do a “live” reading of my poem and who’ll share it online as well. WILDsound will make my poem come “alive.” I want to commence WILDsound for providing this unique platform for every artist around the world.