In The Sub-Conscious Woof Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In The Sub-Conscious Woof



In the sub-conscious woof
Sewn
By trembling hands
Fostered
By the nocturnal knights
That pace
Around
Around
The spell-bound monastery.

There be a pale
Imagery
That was born
In the genesis
Of twilight; with it
Parallel-simultaneous
With it
Spell bound and smelling
Of myrrh and camphor
Magic scents Oriental
Tasty.

Thursday, May 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: magic
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