A journal of semi-detached poetry.

Mary May - Poem

Sacred Moments

Delicate chain behind
Weak winter want
Mothers a power surge
At sleeping garden juice. 

Diamond dream sun sky.
Worshipful light blue beauty.
The wind chants a symphony storm,
Heaving a sea-sing spray.

Forest 'neath moon language.
Gone is time as moment. 
She shines a music shadow,
Shot with cool whisper vision.

(Text © Mary May - Publication: Summer 2018)



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