Disperse all candles!
It is time they rally, and man their posts!
For only their drunk, flickering flames
can combat the cruel winds of
the New England coast.
Spring, please fling me
into the cold spring
flowing beneath
the soles of my
shoestrings.
I do indeed
have some myrrh,
and balsam fir to barter with
the whisperer emperor of summer -
to regain the rain before autumn’s reign
remains a drought of pain throughout the plains.
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Kale Sinclair
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Comments (6)
The imagery is so vivid and powerful! Great work.
This was so poignant, intense and emotional! Loved your poem!
👍👏Beautiful.
The imagery and strong sense of place propels this poem. It rings with the rhythm of a storm and the melody of taking action. Bravo!
Smiling! I loved how the words sound when you read them out loud. Beautifully done!
💜💜💜💜💜spring, please fling me!