Volcanic Poem by james watkin

Volcanic



With new life an ash mound
Is explosively tipped.
Round this grave, mountain-shaped
Upsprung, of whose delight
Sounds for a hoof skipped.

Delicate have men deemed
Nature; easy to daunt.
High conceit is what's been
Blasted! Through what's uptook
Of flowers, winds flaunt.

Sunday, December 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: mountain
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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