And then the silence,
Moon-worn gown, billows oh so slight,
In shadow of far-off mount not in the state,
Nor on fair horizon, nor close by,
Nor within day’s walking.
Poetry on adrenaline
I'm just a poor poet, writing the world as I know it: ultraviolet and lead.
Join me on this path of whimsy?
Here's what's in my head:
crayfish
Mar 30, 2012 @ 10:32:48
The first two lines are magical, “And then the silence,
Moon-worn gown, billows oh so slight”, well done.
wordcoaster
Mar 30, 2012 @ 15:47:41
Thanks! So glad you enjoyed it 🙂