Siberian Poem by james watkin

Siberian



One slummy-sized pane of glass
Frosty and frozen
To ward off that penal
World of damned men!
Tracing on what's morn-bright for
Dim Hades lamped
All their cursed images;
Woe-ran; set; stamped.

Friday, August 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,winter
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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