The Monarch Poem by Barry Kavanagh

The Monarch



A Monarch to cut grass domain

Glass paned, blotched ink in red orange stain

Veins of black oil’n rain

Pinned in perpetual peace, rock, forward, sway

Talc crowned of ambrosian grain

You fly on wings of whispers

Monday, June 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly,nature
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