Still as Standing Stones
They part
And the tiniest of them emerges
The Mermaid bow, drawing Odysseus on
They follow like children
Or bodyguards
Into the missing day
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Poetry from the Burning Sky
About Me
In my endless wanderings and perusal of current and historical events, I find the need for an outlet for more selfish cerebral wanderings. I am a Canadian living in the UK, in London to be exact, and the Burning Sky is both the visually stunning sunset across the Thames and the larger more poignant sky over my home in Ontario.
The Burning Sky
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