Of Bloodless Thorn

So did the poet write on fading dawns words to float across the pond as swans white stanza a-dance against blue sky ivory wings defy the wind and fly. Dewdrop diamonds hung among tall brush eerie voices whispering in dusk’s hush scribble truth upon the shapeless mist inviting passersby to listening‘s tryst. Sunset’s solemn setting set ablaze a look, a touch, a kiss become a craze soft moons adrift across an age painted words upon an unread page. Darkness cannot obscure this light left dormant on the shelves of night yellowed corners of crumpled dawn await silent prick of bloodless thorn. ©4/9/2018 submitted to – New Poems Only – Poetry Contest sponsor – Emile Pinet