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Micropoetry
mist
a short poem about a river
within this place of peace. beside the mayhem
of a waking city. between day’s early birth of sunrise
and the waning of a less than sentimental moon.
the river smiles. a hang of mist across her languid
waters. echoes of the slow but steady shift to dawn.
then from the feathered grey of eden. heron rises.
wings as wide as a damsel-fly’s. sails silent.
a quietened howl — caught. within her predatory grasp.
Sally A Mortemore ©2024 — All rights reserved
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And with grateful thanks to The Howling Owl and all its hard working editors — Zay Pareltheon , Marilyn Wolf , Viraji Ogodapola .
And with grateful thanks to all those who read my work, i appreciate you and your time. If you enjoyed this you might also enjoy ‘Skins Autumnal Dancing’ published in The Howling Owl recently. You can find it here.