Houses, With Dawn's Light In Them Poem by james watkin

Houses, With Dawn's Light In Them



Above what too deathly cold
Shrouds a forbidden place
For parkland, grave-deep
In winter asleep

Enthuses for windowed gold
As fable's favoured light
Lands that sunk, rise on
Of king Poseidon.

Friday, April 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: fog,house,sunrise
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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