Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Her Tin Crown

Smile gone, the yellow orb wrapped in haze
  leaves sidewalks and lawns lonelier
Darkness o'erspreads afternoon's tin crown
  Her realm overmatched
    she collapses into

the grim face of night --
  stars, squinting cold points in the sky
the moon's paint scraped off the horizon
  a Wind that raises goosebumps
    ~ riding the sere mane of a witch

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Robert James Liguori September 21, 2021 at 2:14 PM Oh, the witch. Great ending!!! Gershon Wolf September 23, 2021 at 6:20 PM Oh, the witch! Oh, the sand! lol. Thanks, Robert

Paula Goldsmith September 13, 2021 at 9:12 AM A creative and colorful write. Hope all is OK with you. Have a blessed day as you write away.................... Gershon Wolf September 13, 2021 at 10:12 AM Thanks, Paula. Good enough here... Hope it's good by you too! ~ Tin Pan Alley Tipsy

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 13, 2021 at 8:00 AM A captivating poem. I read the sun the tin crown, my read anyway. xomo Gershon Wolf September 13, 2021 at 10:08 AM I write 'em; you read 'em; We eat 'em!... Or perhaps You knead 'em; We bake 'em; The world eats 'em... :) gw