White Window's flagstones
are as palms pressed against the sky,
venous as tendrils the Garden relinquished,
we thus shiver beside the River Test's temerity.
How can Eve and her entourage partake wisdom,
against lost chances
forever careering on spoilt surfaces.
Solemnity scorns the whittle
how can Earth then recoil,
faintly procrastinating
on cold Sundays.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
White Window's flagstones
are as palms pressed against the sky,
venous as tendrils the Garden relinquished,
we thus shiver beside the River Test's temerity.
How can Eve and her entourage partake wisdom,
against lost chances
forever careering on spoilt surfaces.
Solemnity scorns the whittle
how can Earth then recoil,
faintly procrastinating
on cold Sundays.
