Delirious, Dune-Walking Poem by james watkin

Delirious, Dune-Walking



Wave-prints of seas that writhed on sand
As an unsurmounted dread?
Whose were they, could we put a name
To the face like 'Tasman'; 'Red'?

All is shore, wreck of ages on.
Blown curse; whiff of rum tale.
Hovers hot, like a mind's imprint
What wet, was which crew's bale?

Wednesday, January 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: desert
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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