The Harp Players Poem by Mark Heathcote

The Harp Players



When dark & light against
A sickle moon plays the harp
Escarpments above her thighs
Shine even brighter than ever
Then his hand swam like koi carp.
Where delicately the dews moisture clings,
Comes-together warming cloisters.
… before the stars have rung,
She has claimed her pearl in an oyster.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014
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Gajanan Mishra 29 July 2014

brighter than ever, good writing, thanks.

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