Over The Dark Wave, Which Curls Poem by james watkin

Over The Dark Wave, Which Curls



Over the dark wave, which curls
O'er rider's pitfalls hid
Clouds of colouring, stirred up.
O'er again, more lurid
Where night's abyss opens
Cringe not in the foamy
Either these boats, as if
On a stellar journey.

Sunday, February 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sea
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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