In His Airborne Chariot Of Crystal Poem by james watkin
In His Airborne Chariot Of Crystal
In his airborne chariot of crystal
In his carriage, phantom-drawn
With not a wrinkle, and no face to show it
I spied a wind and did not know it!
Of his lodgings no impressions yet
Have come; nor of that nearby
Brought to a halt, with itself inside;
Only tree-lined roadways trashed and tried.
Saturday, November 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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