Halloween (13)
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Sheena Blackhall
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Midnight lies with its head over the edge of the moon
Like a ghostly balloon
It has caught the sickness of un-ease
Poisoning the twiggy woods
Owls like pale chrysanthemums
Peep from the purdah of trees
Faded footprints melt like rain in a cloudburst
My forebears are lost for words
In the straitjacket of their graves
From the corner of my eye I see an aunt
Blue lipped in her cornflower shroud
Like wool unravelling in the eiderdown of earth
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş