Midnight Minotaur
They are witches on the beach
laughing at their menfolk
finding them wanting
but who is the dark now ?
with gilded wings they flock
like a midnight minotaur
dim of sight
They make their way
through the miers
plundering both Silesian winters
and Sumerian summers
only wanting to drown
the tulip of hope
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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