All Things In My Mind Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
All Things In My Mind
A nymph of love,
an animal,
a cursing cloud,
of silent sound.
Trains of images,
peaceful nestling roses,
wings as broad as his back,
of master things.
The anxious eyes,
the forming thorn,
the speechifying lies,
in all the forms.
The unsent foam,
of the descending fog,
is by my home,
and by my highland log.
The Sapphires neck,
of colours all kinds,
the relighting sun,
in my mind.
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