Poetry Blogs (2012, moon)
A full moon, and the tide swollen by rain;
Rain lashing on the window, wild as rage -
My pen is stirring on the unspoilt page
In scribble circles, feeling round this pain.
Like tunnels leading deeper than my mind,
Or ropes in hopeless tangles, loosely curled,
Sprawling intestines looped around the world
My pen describes; this pain is ill-defined.
Thursday 22nd March 2012 11:46 am