A Wind God In Pupillage Poem by james watkin
A Wind God In Pupillage
Behind a rush of puerile
Aspiring of air
A wind god in pupillage.
Save for the twirling of leaves
His playthings stare.
Save for the twisting of limbs
With dummies compare.
The sway behind tomorrow's
Shepherding swish.
- the sway behind a storm cloud!
Ruptured where it will earn him
Three strokes of the rude.
Or in a ransomed experience
Ticks of gratitude.
Thursday, October 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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