I have about ten minutes today before I go out visiting, and a wee one banging a biscuit tin on my foot, so I’m going to have to veer away from the prompt. I’ll just use the word ‘slant’ as title and look at that wonderful photo:
Please treat me kindly
today, show me your hidden
heart, one rich with blood.
Mp. Not very happy with that. If I find more time later, I’ll try again. Or rewrite it on the car journey …