Kelso
I have stood on silent drum sands
where lizards swim like fish
and the sex lives of blister beetles
roll on like endless waves
where lizards swim like fish
through these sandy dune seas
roll on like endless waves
touched by unknown tides
through these sandy dune seas
deserted and still forgotten
touched by unknown tides
in distant human affairs
deserted and still forgotten
with the ghosts of many years
in distant human affairs
remote and nameless
with the ghosts of many years
and the sex lives of blister beetles
remote and nameless
I have stood on silent drum sands
So Kelso is remote and (in a sense) nameless. Beautiful piece.
ReplyDeletevivid imagery and beautiful lines.
ReplyDeleteI have yet to conquer anything close to a sestina. I love this poem. A careful choice of imagery, well-placed.
ReplyDeleteI vote for this one.
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