poetry · prose


Saturday, July 21, 2018. Daily Brit Wit.


Adjective, predicative, chiefly British 

Existing or available; to be had.

“Acidic flowers dance in the breeze
whilst Antarctic skies
stutter and freeze
a symphony of rain
pelting out the fury
we feel in the marrow of our bones
as the seasons
unjustly change.
Petals drop
by twos and threes
singing out a final
broken melody
for we don’t have love
to be going
keeping us afloat
as the flower veins ice over
and the scene finishes.”


© The Loyal Brit Wit, 2018


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