A Lyrical Swell
Starlight stirs my coffee
the moon a soft croissant
hangs upon a painted sky
lilac or saffron my essence
new tidal ebb in accession
impassioned lyrical swells
rise as the sun falls we gaze
in a haze of dusty rhymes
biscuits await upon a doily
spiced rum waits for no one.
Copyright © Ken Allan Dronsfield | Year Posted 2021
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