The Spectre Of Unease Poem by james watkin

The Spectre Of Unease



Fresh layed, with a white cloth
A plain table.
And so, do they partake
O'er tea, slow-stirred
Of the latest uptake
Of sweet nothings.

But comes that sobering weight
Again; fear-spread
For entanglement issues
What foreshadow.
In its cool light's drift for clues
Lace-weaved; evenings.

Wednesday, May 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: affinity and love,fear
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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