We Are The Seahorse Poem by james watkin

We Are The Seahorse



Beneath the tempest, yet swaying
Yet a-swish the storm's roar
Of roughed up sky clear under
Sea-grassed meads to explore!

Ride us in dream, out what forms
Which balletic stable
More majestic paced is that staged
In a Russian fable.

Whilst of whose backdrop, dreamy
From what's natural day-lit
In garden foliage, coral's
No difference admit!

Saturday, May 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy,seahorse
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james watkin

james watkin

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