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Ryan Robson-Bluer

It's that breathless, bruiseless sky,

pinned up like a fine starched sheet,

that descends, as if untied -

now enfettered by each peak; 

 

It's that sliver of a lough 

soaked in fingers sleek of sun,

spattered light like bleach-stained rock,

dragged along and quenched and spun

 

And that dizzy, drastic height,

tearing through the purpling sky,

like a mirror slices light,

like a finger through an eye.

 

The awareness comes like fog,

thick and heavy, over all:

that we're suddenly far too small. 

  • Author: Ryan Robson-Bluer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2023 05:50
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 15
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  • L. B. Mek

    'like a mirror slices light,'
    love your wording!
    thanks for sharing dear Poet

  • orchidee

    Good write R.



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