Cascade Of Bones Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Cascade Of Bones

White bones.
Cascade of water Niagara type
And
White
White bones whiter than white of spume


Hoarse Owl Cry Stuck

Stuck in throat in Hastings Gardens.

Wit h sneaky nightingales that rather dream than sing.

And over the high firs the whisper0helmet of the firs
In trees -Lord! Here Beauty lives and stays and breathes.

Friday, October 13, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: gardens
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