Plumage Poem by Antony Glaser

Plumage

Red vines wrestling
swaying tangled
nestling the ghosts of fear

My lamentable grace is empty
no bright tidings do I see
the avalanche of nothingness engulfs

The ponds reflection
shatters tranquility
Nightmares plumage
the glittering dissolve

Sunday, December 1, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts
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