Eyes In the GlenThe earthen lamp,the wandering eyes, The dimly lit floor,the rising shadow, The sudden silence of lone whispers In the undivided hour, The woven hearse on wheeled rostrums As wilted knot of hands thaw To loose your drapes- Then the coral dialectics of shapely ambits!impulsive Elesin Oba Would spare a long-loved clout for the pall To untying beads of carousal, Falstaff In his lagging steps could not have been more Unperturbed to part with brew And the succulent fullness of dingles- I stand tiptoed on reclining rail And unflustered by the rants of lightsome gulls. NightRain on my tongue. Threshing floor of pebbled camwood, Then hidden faces and strange footsteps On slaughter slabs,eyes swirling Across the uncharted silence. Thrust of faltering lips-Now I could hear the whispers Of the dark hour And I taste this mint of my tears. Earth PoemWine for your thoughts.
Raft of cornseeds, Whispers in the attic, The locked eyes in the helve, The treading of the sole of the foot In the winepress. You heard tell That trampling tongues Birth Belial roots In the dark pool of rushes? Child,meddle not with the shadows. Stones tasted wine in time past.
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