hand cast stones at
the nothing of alone
washing the waves
on over my night eyes
even the wights wait
to speak, chewing silence
scoring steel with flint
seeking sparks in empty
skrit skrat skreet
we are the ravens
at their clams
sputtering flames
we gather to heat
chill bones
Hey, I’m diggin this a lot. I want to feature this on my poetry corner. I will repost it on my page and hopefully others will explore more of your works. Nicely written poem!
Thank you very much for the praise and for the share. I really appreciate it KG. 🙏🏼
Have a great day/evening!
Definitely. I really enjoyed your writings
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