Tis Summer's Visage; Tis Vein-Ruptured! Poem by james watkin

Tis Summer's Visage; Tis Vein-Ruptured!



The summer's visage; tis vein-ruptured!
Popping out of it, manic-pulsed
Eye of an evil heat's gore-burst;
None by noon have repulsed.

Water's saving grace, professing too late.
With spires of shade's cool aisles.
All bowls of thirst are urn-hollow.
Forests scooped for ash piles.

Friday, September 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: summer,sun
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
Close
Error Success