tonyv Posted February 10, 2020 Share Posted February 10, 2020 Tentsmuir The wind, the sea, and sands -- a merge of dreams is hunting fingerprints, a ministry of nature's hands. The moon drowns, drawn to dunes' hypnotic sands, gold drains from the kingfisher's wings, and winter feigns it's juggling suns. While forests whisper, rumours run, and spring reaches out from a mirror to retrieve and to put back the broken piece of glass. Waves are star-seeking spears. A songbird's shrill caroling nears. The wind's drumming distils fishing kings' invocations. Wistful mothers gather near waters wielding incantations. _______________ I'm characterizing this collaborative effort as a remix. The poem is a collaboration only to the extent that I made minor edits and focused on line breaks and meter. All of the ideas, images/imagery, and wording is substantially by Barry, @eclipse, from his original poem Tentsmuir along with some additional lines. Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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