Sunday, 14 June 2020

A Poem a Day (175): The hermit


The hermit

My house of stone,
A pink-walled cave,
Grooves and spines.
This concave vault
Rolls as I heave it,
Lug it. Sands shift
Beneath my ten legs,
Pinchers steadying,
Antennae my eyes
As I seek seawater. 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 14, 2020
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