angst of night
How you cling
to the roof of my mind
That esoteric creature
Of folded wings;
and hueless eyes;
of quiet gaze: resounding
That creature of dream
Of unfurling wings
Of torment of mind and;
angst of night
of stretch of skin:
flit of shadow; in candlelight
With bead of eye; and
beat of wings; bedlam through
the night you bring:
Like moths intrigue
Amour of flame
I'm draw into: resounding gaze
DESMOND CHILDS
Sat 10th Nov 2018 22:26
Thank you Big Sal for your comments, I would like a surplus of imagery myself. Thank you Anya, Brian and Charlotte, glade you enjoyed my poem.
Congratulations Anya on your position with WOL, I feel sure you will enjoy it. good luck.
Much appreciate des