Saturday, 23 February 2013

Richard of York


Seemingly fleeting,
seemingly fragile.

Recipe:
bright light

and spraying water
arcing reminders

of a mystical pot
and far-flung gold.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for following me on Twitter. I stopped by your website and liked this poem very much. I'm not a poet at all--it's the most difficult form for me to write in. I'm a long-writer: 100,000 word novels . . . :))

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