European Wasp Poem by james watkin

European Wasp



Hot airs are circling
An empty chair.
Drum rolls of Hell do
Anger anew
Its rant, traced back to
A caverned lair.

Round and round cursing
All that's perceived!
Insistent for what,
To be balked at?
Overweening gnat
I've not received!

Sunday, October 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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