Monday, June 4, 2012

Disenchantment


tangle of brambles


spun under the moon


wild roses weeping


no calling to bloom


crab apples coiled by


the vine of the grape


from nettles and cleavers


there is no escape


crumbling foundations


now vacant of rooms


abandoned encampment


enshrouded in gloom


stone walls sink deeper


sprawled in disrepair


tall hummocks to stumble

live visitors there

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