Silt.
A serpentine saviour
Won't be a saviour
At all, and irony
Irrigates this soil,
After all;
Yet there's a minor chord
Humbly persisting in truth,
A minor skew tending
Towards what we should do:
Some thinly-veiled idealism
That might guide
Our better angels still,
If only we can find
That spark of life
In the silt...
Holden Moncrieff
Thu 20th Feb 2025 20:19
Thank you very much, Andrew, for the kind comment, I really appreciate it! 😊