Others, like the one below, inspire new images on my pots.
"Coming in from the Cold" by Barbara Crooker
We have used all our tradecraft
to erect barriers, create covers –
We've recruited networks
to protect us: legmen,
Our tools are fallbacks,
dead drops, letterboxes;
we speak in codes and ciphers.
Yes, we've travelled back alleys,
gone to the earth.
Now our safe houses are known,
our agents are on the run,
cover is blown skyhigh –
love is crossing the border.