Cool cloudscape sundown bubbles
Rise and gurn like bad ogre’s
Thrice-warmed breakfast bean porridge:
Grey, unappetising but irresistible.
Dashing spirits-of-summer swallows,
That kept the futures fluid and gentle,
Reading the patterns, have wisely departed.
Sky that is left is, for now, empty of friends.
Rumours of eastern geese travelling on
Wings and winds of frostfall fear
Are doing the rounds. Pale
Shiver-moon question mark
On bed of mists needs
- Bad Moon (Hurt Me Once,Hurt Me Twice,Hurt Me Thrice) Part 3 (thelonelyraven.wordpress.com)
- I’m Only Human (juxkuukuasthoughts.wordpress.com)