Hamlet (Remove filter)
A dream itself is but a shadow
In the grey cloudlight of a pre-dawn moon
something stayed my dream
a stray insistent noise heard through sleep
the uncertain call of the hunting owl:
I am knelt naked at the window -
beneath, the frosted grass glimmers in the pale creamglow
hazy through the early swirls of mist
but not a shade or waft disturbs the spectral scene
although my flesh seems chilled by some slig...
Sunday 11th February 2018 11:23 am
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