Thompson Emate Poet Personification

Three Legged Table

I am three legged,
I am balanced,
It’s a mystery,
I sit in a dim-lit room.

I bear the sage's books,
Where he scripts his thoughts,
The monsters that stare through his window,
The gloom that pervades the meadow.

I am three legged,
The unseen pivots me,
The unknown trestles me,
I'm in a library of the deep.

I am a door into the day,
Prop and support along the way,
The sage takes off on my plane,
Nightfall embraces me.


October 28, 2023.

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