Severus Alexander

17 July 2017

Oh patron of the weary quells

Hesitates on sun-bleached sand

Soothed by the heat and waving grass

(If ever his attention fell

To driftwood from a foreign land

If should the sea-bird's stupor pass

Would thou deign unto my hand?)

Comments2

  • Damaged Soul/Kindred Spirit

    I believeth thou wouldst. Very nice indeed. In fact I believe that you have woven that driftwood within the mysteries of thy muse my friend

    • Severus Alexander

      Thou canny knack for reading between the lines no longer surprises me, but continues to delight..

    • JaneEVE

      excellent - If ever his attention fell
      To driftwood from a foreign land -
      next time I see drift wood it will certainly mean more- I might explore more about where it came from ( if possible) or just imagine the life journey of the drifter,
      endless possibilities.
      fabulous poem.



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