She was in all black, with a black bag, and a tiny black dog in the bag. She, and the dog, were very kind, and something about her got my imagination going, so I wrote the poem Boudicca’s Kin.
She was in all black, with a black bag, and a tiny black dog in the bag. She, and the dog, were very kind, and something about her got my imagination going, so I wrote the poem Boudicca’s Kin.
