Night Fountain Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Night Fountain



Dusk switched off
its time.

Anon
the fountain of the night
spurted high in the airs
darkening deep dusk-brown.

the night fountain
secluded
yet inhabited at night
satyrs, nymphs, fauns,
ghosts, shrouds and more
and
no nightingale sings.

Saturday, January 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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