Another beautiful painting and a diverse collection of poems for day twenty – one.
Look at my glazed ruin
glass light, dry storm.
though element gouged,
flag-wind, see my pride.
Faux castle, your ravens fly.
last in the line.
Prepared for legend’s time.
Bone brittle, I crumble
brick powder, wormed wood.
Held in charms of
viral salts, corrosive winds.
My house is a closed mind
beyond the mildew line,
but at last it slowly opens
to lick and lash of stormy seas.
is a mask as you can see daylight
through the holes for your eyes,
Put the ruin on your face
when out in public
to avoid other folk being infected.
The ruin is reusable as it is washable
and there is plenty of room
for ventilation. Some ruins
are grander than others. Disposable
ruins pollute the oceans of good sense.
Use your ruin with due care and attention
to the needs of visitors. Don’t let them
get too close or you will lose your heritage.
Your voice may be muffled.
Queen Anne’s Lace
And black crows frame
My mental imagery,
Succumbing to the Rule of Thirds.
Until, there’s only room to run off the page.
But white cobwebs will remain
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