Posted tagged ‘Made of clay and it waddles (but isn’t a duck)’

Night Voice

January 22, 2017

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Night Voice

It recites repeatedly The Lord’s Prayer,
sometimes The Lake Isle of Innisfree,
but mostly a simple Dear God,
pleas to carry this clay,
and all its wattles,
through the purple glow
to the next eye opening.

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Short poem for Brendan’s prompt on Real Toads to write about voices one hears.  The Lake Isle of Innisfree is one of my favorite poems in the world, by W.B. Yeats; it begins, “I will arise and go now.”  Pic is mine; all rights reserved.