Horses, Cattle, Men... Poem by james watkin

Horses, Cattle, Men...



Horses, cattle, men...
Immobolized all.
Hooded over as no dear babe
Lulled warm in a shawl

Marshland fogs out-loomed...
Sunk to place-footing
Upwards, but for a slighter despair
Limbo's way out, way in.

Swans wake a ripple
That sounds like dissent.
Far banks only breaking news of it;
No less inconsequent.

Sunday, December 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fog,morning
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james watkin

james watkin

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