Ancient road
abuzz with those
that long ago
left the pavement
a can of thought
struck with lucid spade…
town chow dry
like a mouse in the oven:
thunder, now passed,
praising rain on a lean-to…
this high & sky
full of mist & wist,
satisfied shine, rich
with daggered eyes in flight…
earth & alighted, poor
with cosmic delusion…
cockatrice glare
through fog & moon.
Venerated dirt
ablaze with this
that is suddenly
vision:
a jar of mind
‘neath moss & spike.








Nice set up. Can’t wait to read the rest
Powerfully penned, Benjamin. I concur with Fia, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thunder, now passed,
praising rain on a lean-to…
this high & sky
full of mist & wist,
satisfied shine, rich
with daggered eyes in flight…
earth & alighted, poor
with cosmic delusion…
cockatrice glare
through fog & moon.
‘thunder, now passed,
praising rain on a lean-to…
this high & sky
full of mist & wist,
satisfied shine, rich
with daggered eyes in flight…
earth & alighted, poor
with cosmic delusion…
cockatrice glare
through fog & moon.’
Superbly but subtly visual, pensive yet explicit? Why not, sez I.