Cognac by Anastasia Clark

Cognac

 

 

 

I take cognac

By the bedside-

 

Read a book,

And breathe of

Legends

Lurking in the room.

 

The spider veins

Of ghosts

Gone by

 

And heroes

Yet to come.

 

Grind my pillows

In shallow sleep

 

And follow

Cape-songs

In the deep.

 


All poetry on this website copyright (c) Anastasia Clark.

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