Polly

Writings and Witterings

Pane

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Pure sentinels
of echo-blown ripples
hover,
pluck at swords;
tiny things crawl,
look absorbed,
withdraw.

Polly Stretton © 2014

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8 thoughts on “Pane

  1. Lovely aural qualities in this piece Polly, the words land nicely on the ear. Nice work.

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  2. A very interesting poem. I am looking out a window with you. k.

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