Lost Avenues, Glenferrie's Poem by james watkin

Lost Avenues, Glenferrie's



Be warned. Moon-warned!
Each stepped-up fright
To its own lit door shown.
Bats know the signs.
High gable, turret
Of gothic nights, shade-blown.

Voice-void; save of
What calmly stride;
And sweet nothings express.
Doomed ghost lovers
Fogged, world-forgot
Unto Time's end? Your guess!

Thursday, August 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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