Poem: Hallucination

Posted: August 26, 2015 in Uncategorized


A bricked path led downward to a stone path that led to a grainy patch of sandy debris flanked by deep pools of black water–swirling beneath an ancient, deserted bridge–its portico lined with rows upon rows of hornets’ nests…waiting.
Wyn Sharp at Horse Creek
22 July 2015

  1. JoAnne says:

    I have a thing for mimosas. And those star flowers. Vivid imagery in your words too!


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