The Nether Meadow by John W. Sexton Posted on February 13, 2013 by bluehourmagazine 2 Comments inspector of chickens … feather by feather he accumulates wings garlic pentagram … horses grey as rain neigh in the nether meadow pitchblende … though named strangely witch-like in yourself innocent About these ads Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Shades of voodoo methinks. The brevity is admirable but the picture blurs at the denouement (though that may be a problem with my focusing). Reply
John W Sexton’s metaphysical poem describes a dark meadow in three short, excellent stanzas.
Shades of voodoo methinks. The brevity is admirable but the picture blurs at the denouement (though that may be a problem with my focusing).