Poem 2 – Lipstick is a Spiritual Experience and Joanna Bogle
It’s almost midnight and I’m tapping on the glass – “How do I get out?” And there in the dark outside is a familiar face. It’s Joanna Bogle! ‘”There’s no key” she says. Great. Though the prospect of sleeping in a marble floored hall, surrounded by rather impressive Boards of School Captains since 1897 isn’t…