Mirage Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Mirage



She had a dream
of no one
meeting memory
beside a pool
of mystery.

There, in the nakedness
of invisibility
they did bathe,
enslaved
and untouching
in the vapours
of a heated day.

Sight was destined
to shimmer
as a mirage
of golden play.



Waf

Wednesday, February 6, 2019
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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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