Moor
In the skull of the scuttle
she comes to me
between the stretches
of a sunken moor
it is not alone
those deep set eyes
shall guide me
keeping safe
from an unwanted storm
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
