A Moon Adrift Poem by james watkin

A Moon Adrift



A moon adrift.
Balloon, caught up
In spike-berried growth; a blowy eve.
Firethorn's; fence-hung.

Slow, in reaching
Slow, tap, set free
Its boy-owner, is it, there, laddered
Ghosts the top rung?

Monday, November 14, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: moon
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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