Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2012
On an Archipelago
far from septic isles,
Deep in silent azure
I place broaches and pins
in a wooden box, for safe keeping
And set her dreams on a bed of lichen,
fields of leafy pathway stretching
she’ll nestle woven toad flax and larkspur
to steadfast her conscience.
The Birds of the flock
thrush and dove, sensing her bridle
rejoice in her Mother lode,  
precious be their plenteous dawn.
antony glaser
Written by
antony glaser
2.1k
   jo spencer, CA Guilfoyle and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems