Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
Posted on 29 November 2017
by J.S. Graustein
poem by John Grey Heron steps nimbly across a floating mangrove island of dangling roots and minnow cloisters, more blue in its wings than in the darkening sky. Swamp smells like a deer carcass in broth, seethes with heat and insects and a fading…
Category: poem, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: folded word, john grey, mangrove, nature, poem, Poetry, swamp
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