Wishful.
Dogged with mist
a darksome pool.
Froth covered,
dappled with dew.
Water pours
over stone loins.
Mud adorned,
moulding coinage.
Good-luck pond,
money swollen.
Left behind
in wishful hope.
- Author: Fay Slimm. ( Offline)
- Published: October 2nd, 2021 04:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 37
Comments3
Good write Fay.
Hi Fay- Thanks for your neat little piece.
Now I fully understand what you (and certainly the above commentary interpreted you as) were saying….I think…..
However (not to detract from your meaning at all) it evoked in me a different feeling , of polluted waterways caused by large corporations who left behind very small amounts of compensation….
Good words Fay, may that wishful hope be with us all.
Andy
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