Madman
I held the hand
of a madman
hiding in Hollyhocks
blending with ogres,
eerie in tombs,
chasing stars through
their animal shapes;
others, a witch
to their ghosts, anew,
those gardens
though full, were
dark worlds at night
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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