Tellers - Poem by Luca Menin
Orange eyes of owl treasure, observe the night.
Seahorses pulling ships and pirates' sharks.
In my head like a sponge bath.
Absorbing mountain high views.
A barn on the farm, hunt by dark harms.
Salute the brave hero who sly the dragon.
With his sword of mirrors.
Protrude library books
Hold by shells of words
White rabbit adores...
Silent miracle of everyday moments
Of light, made of cones, illuminate.
Curtains, of magic travellers, &
Escutcheon of framed tellers.
Comments about Tellers by Luca Menin
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You