reaching for the moon
through dusk’s ambient repose –
an owl is hooting
Copyright Francis 2022
Haiku: Repose
Tag: owl
Snatch
A consumed moon’s meagre light;
I pause, mourning this grey life.
Let me look at you —
ear lobes like pearls from tissue,
the emollient pallor of your royal flesh.
My finger probes your lips
as an owl hoots its presence:
I imagine your soul,
the skulls of saints
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
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