Enamel

for S.H

Curved and simple

as milkbone,

used as a hidden grail,

a pale listener.

When the morning rain calls

we carry buckets into the yard.

Warm lipped from mugs,

knights of clink and

clack, we triumph over

cobbles,flood past the latch.

We know grey and the

weight in one arm.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Impressive and creative write.
Love the visuals in this.

[Valentine]

I am not sure if I truly understand what you are saying in this write. Olden days, knights in armor perhaps? Valentine

[Coyote Song]

A very captivating poem. I like the images in created in my mind. I enjoyed this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

not sure of the reference for this poem...but i like the scenario you create...and always the tightness of your lines....you never waste words...they all carry their own weight...in one arm or from one pen.

[stars are far]

That was very great work , you did a great work
have a nice day and keep this work up :)