Tag: poem

waterhen chick peeks from its hideout like a thief in the autumn shadows

black butterfly wings beat hard in the blazing field

the river baits us with plastic and secret sermons

laughter of children warms the cold concrete

noon petrichor a loathing dream of grey miasma

barley soaked overnight a cup of fog

frail bodies at war with the morning light

pay attention else the river will lure you in

autumn emotions buried in the inbetween

dead fish in limbo neither river nor earth accepts its body