Mole Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Mole



The mole in his fat
darkness under frost
looms in thick ooze
amidst stones sharp
and cold as stars the slow
aquatic dances of earth
worms nudge his fur
and slur the firmament
of succulent hours
hidden from flares
of dehydrating air

even if sun
light shrank to stars
above ground
the moon’s glare
would be too
much to bear.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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