A Clairvoyant, At An Old Battlefield Poem by james watkin

A Clairvoyant, At An Old Battlefield



Stamped out there, upon the air
Like rolls on film
Of nothingness
Events that pass across a seer
By reverse process.

Tells what gleams, with crimsoned screams
Long wiped clear, in
The face of War.
Explosions of dark energy
Midst the uproar.

Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical,war
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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