Battle.
Settling mysterious glow on late
sky's afternoon show
Phoebus hazily parts blown veils
on early twilight's face
by pushing her fading round bulk
between striated clouds.
Rays beat moon's rising attempts
to end day and outpace
dying light's race by interference
for sun shines again
from behind vestige of dull grey.
And wanting to taste this defiant
spread of victorious
display as empty beach beckons
I drink shades of mauve
battle between daylight and dark
then dome's star bids
blue her lone goodbye as finalé
and old Sol sinks.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 21st, 2022 13:21
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Comments1
I guess if there was ever such a word as 'wordsmithess' .. you would be appointed queen, mistress Fay ... x
An honour indeed to be appointed a Word-Queen by poets of your experience and standing and with a pink blush I curtsey my humblest Thank You for this compliment dear Nev..................x
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