Quest
thought I knew how it should be done:
I’d go by gloaming when the moon is milk
down to the ivy where the wood is rotted
and three bridges are clotted in spider silk.
Posted by Jessica Wick | Mar 15, 2011 | Poetry
thought I knew how it should be done:
I’d go by gloaming when the moon is milk
down to the ivy where the wood is rotted
and three bridges are clotted in spider silk.