first vision all in white
particles of parables through the idle hands of brill
earl grey for more an unassuming mind
to wade through mornings' redwood
through a cloud of insulin
as one with he with his spotted leaves of grale
above the knees of barnacles
in full view of an ordinary chase
mother moon in her horses shoes
through a funnel of a face
she has laid aside her grieving ghost
in a stomach full of ice
at twice the speed of holly leaves
besotted by the burning
of the april-fools unearthed
neither kind nor threat shall bear her child of fume
surrendering her nest on a pale estate
bathes her sage in the circles of a crop
first vision all in white
chanting trees with their foot-and-mouth ajar
grandfather cloaked and daggered
buried with the chimes in a foghorns molten glow;
how still the mothers wings weep innocence;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 26th, 2024 07:31
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Comments3
Who has heard such a thing?
Who has seen such things? Shall the earth be made to bring forth in one day? Or shall a nation be born at once?
Dearest Melvin, outstanding imagery and written with such class,
mother moon in her horses shoes
through a funnel of a face
she has laid aside her grieving ghost
in a stomach full of ice
This has struck me, wow and as the night then turns to day from one yet to become... I am truly inspired by your gracious pen. 🌹
many thanks Teddy.
as kind as always and greatly appreciated my friend;
Tremendous use of language. Brilliant work.
thank you Thomas
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