Blusterlord Poem by Luke J. Holt

Blusterlord



The windchimes are like the unwell laughter of a mad child

a sound that measures unrest in the air
and ciggles tinny at the gusts
mocking the graves of the dandelions

reminding every pine to shiver
and when

Monday, February 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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