So Long, Reclining Poem by james watkin

So Long, Reclining



So long, reclining
Had brought majesties to birth
That cloud-shaper, Wind.
So long, stick insect -
Which brown length of his likeness
As upon it 'twere pinned

His own nave's window
Dragonfly's mid-air freeze
Effected right there!
Its stained of saints' visions
With the flooding light, behind;
In a moteless air.

Monday, September 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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