Shattered Magnetism
Cloaked in weathered loam fraying edges sink from view, the violence of a distant past now hidden in the horsetails that lie littered in decay.
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Cloaked in weathered loam fraying edges sink from view, the violence of a distant past now hidden in the horsetails that lie littered in decay.
Within the burning heart of molten rocks, Great pressures forced your brilliance to shine; Inclusions marred your body with their pocks, A brownish hue now