Poetry Friday: The Singer by Anna Wickham

If I had peace to sit and sing,
Then I could make a lovely thing;
But I am stung with goads and whips,
So I build songs like iron ships.

Let it be something for my song,
If it is sometimes swift and strong.

- The Singer by Anna Wickham

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