A Red-Haired Guinevere Poem by james watkin

A Red-Haired Guinevere



Misted, as some enchantress
A mythic age haunts
This autumn country; this day's.
Morn, noon. And beyond.
All the dazed while, what desires
Marvelled at, to be
Do get that sense of; and how!
Speak; I wont respond!

Sunday, February 5, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,countryside
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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