A Sacred Marsh Poem by james watkin

A Sacred Marsh



Here, the infant Day
In a misty hush
Lies, as swaddled.
Moses, among the reeds!
And the Nile's weeds!

No wind dares blow up.
Stirless, lapwing, leaf.
As duck, paddled.
Daughter of Eygpt's throne
Come claim your own!

Banyule wetlands

Thursday, August 11, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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