The sun upon
the bench upon
the cobbled corner;
clouds cling – fast –
to the southernmost horizon.
There’s a bracing, blue-bright layer
‘fore the ocean – black.
Bonus couplet, in half-rhyme:
Too much Skyrim;
not enough writing.
The sun upon
the bench upon
the cobbled corner;
clouds cling – fast –
to the southernmost horizon.
There’s a bracing, blue-bright layer
‘fore the ocean – black.
Bonus couplet, in half-rhyme:
Too much Skyrim;
not enough writing.
