Porch Poem by james watkin

Porch



That's our home's inlet, that one;
A harbour of peace.
Nearest faraway retreat, for
Neighbourly increase.

In pot's arrangements, tub's, flared
Harmonies special.
In the oldest parts of day
Shaded but formal.

Provincial or prouder?
Say what knock intones.
For either shallow account
A cat's meow atones.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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