Wanderer Astray
The field in sunlight
whitely embroidered
with flowers,
the field abandoned
shining alone,
guarded by light like fire,
circling in fearsome angelic halo.
The field in celebration,
like a white widow
screaming alone:
The field in sunlight,
whitely embroidered
with flowers.
Stormfront, probably? Amazing poem!
ReplyDeleteIs that it? I was curious
DeleteGood poem!
I can confirm that.
DeleteThank you for the compliments, commenters.