A Husk of Thule brew..
A Fjord born tang of Fenrir cold
To yawn the must of comet tails
In rings, around the naked oak.
That broke the spineless whims
Of reed, that set the Heron folk to flight
From scrivened rims of frosted pools.
To run in footless constellations
About the broads of bitter miles
And, there to spill the coffered frays
of Autumn’s final standing.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
A Husk of Thule brew..
A Fjord born tang of Fenrir cold
To yawn the must of comet tails
In rings, around the naked oak.
That broke the spineless whims
Of reed, that set the Heron folk to flight
From scrivened rims of frosted pools.
To run in footless constellations
About the broads of bitter miles
And, there to spill the coffered frays
of Autumn’s final standing.
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