Antique Mind

By lupus tenebrae

Come the onset of twilight, I've watched
how lamplight splays like circus
fire from across the

room: a blur of colour
and geometry, woven
by the idle hands of an antique mind.

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Published on Wednesday, April 2, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Day 2, of my National Poetry Month: Poem-A-Day Marathon. Oh, and thank Dave for "circus fire".

Comments on "Antique Mind"

On Wednesday, April 2, 2014, ColorMeToxic (238) wrote:

I love it. Reminds me of childhood at my grandparent's house...lamps were aplenty and always on in the evenings. Something peaceful and wonderful about those memories...thank you.
On Wednesday, April 2, 2014, blue (1409) wrote:

I don't comment enough on your poetry, as I should, but good and true poems leave me quite satisfied with silence. Commentary seems unnecessary, but do know I read you often. ~b