Fading the sun's west in purple cloud-cortège
War-wings a last post to vesper with violet veil:
Peacock skies purloined, dark falls the magpie in moult.
Souls be trade: ghost-winds now betide the isle of shops
Benighted thus the white queen now a chequered pawn.
Roused now east sons reveille, cowed no more
sliver the alien clouds with a silver lightning
dawns now a saffron sky
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
