to gone to earth
in the every
to slip beneath
the fen in early
cross the finger
crest the blood
twitch at glisten
of toothsome blade
cut the stars
with hands flint
all fallen
turn our eyes
to the island
apples of the
reddest shade
she ivory waits
in every way
7 responses to “isle”
Nice!
Thanks Bob.
Nicely done. This reads like a collection of thoughts, pasts and futures, which hang together to paint a vivid scene.
Thank you. A reflection of this jumbled mind perhaps?
And yet that ability to connect cuts through.
Egads, bro, this one gave me a shudder, different from the last piece.
Thanks, Ray, I’m glad you liked it!