Thursday, 24 August 2017


your webbed mind was birthed
in the light
the spiders moved in
and the night

the cobwebs now hug the silence
like soft snow upon the mountain tops
and yet i spy your sheen
from over rowdy seas

little girl
blowing black bubbles
through your midsummer

i guess autumn came early
stark gusts spinning
tearing leaves yet green
leaving tears upstream

where others dare but wither
you. thrash.
you are the ember
amongst ash

i see the fight in you
i see you bloom
and though the seas envelop you and me
you steam and hiss
a flare bubbling
20,000 leagues under the sea

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