Sunday, 2 October 2022

a poem is

 a poem is


pouring petrol on a fire in the mind

or oil on a stormy sea 

rainbows gone to dust

lightening around a hurricane 

around the eye of a storm

patina on bronze

moss on a fallen tree

wood anemones in the springtime

a lily on a coffin

a magic inkwell spouting dry words

tears on a blotter

the telling of me

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