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Tuesday 18 August 2020

A Poem a Day (246): Stones and moss

 

Stones and moss

 

Stepping              stones                  a fragrancy of moss        

stench of             moulten              earth                                  

bees      honey   refuel

 

an existentialist dearth

        we plough                    the fallow

      come to the crunch

of ice                    depth                   sound

 

       Stripped              dust-moted dew

                 rain cascades           bled           brick-red

      

We smother           and           we capture

scars across this earth

Riplines                racing                   burning                breath.

 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 18, 2020

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