Dancing pixies and tumbling gnomes
Make their way 'round the Beltane fire,
While army ants storm in and chant
As though it were a funeral pyre.
Atop the May Pole, lands an owl,
Perching softly to admire
A teaming sea of atomies
By the light of the Beltane fire.
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoesíaIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
