Poem And Wattle Brooch Poem by james watkin

Poem And Wattle Brooch



O overawing, luminary muse
Wing down the fiery thought.
The much sought aft, for me to dress.
Classic swathing it as a ruse
To impress as one ought.

Fair worded piece of inspiration
Worthy its box of gold.
In fold on fold, neatly placing
Under the emblem of a nation
Brooch-tied for sprigs' bold.

Saturday, November 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: present,romance
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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