A poem by Edward Gretton
It’s shocking.
Nowadays it’s called Twocking
Taking without the owner’s consent.
For a first offence of stealing a horse
And a sign of remorse
You’d expect to get community work.
Not a jerk
Of the neck
As the floor disappears beneath you.
Transported instead, she was saved
As a slave.
Read by Edward
Textiles by Patricia Bradbrook