Solar Circles

An excerpt from my illuminated poetry book Hypnos Hermes

Gleaming sun, an egg’s interior.
A safety craving the collapse.
Black tendrils touch vermilion
In thievery’s closing grasp.

Solar circle sinking, crumbling.
A chaperone’s eye closing,
Revealing seductive spaces
In the day’s slow ruin.

Swirls build, swags bulge,
As clouds burn and blacken,
The sky making sculptures,
Air workings or my intention.

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Thank you for your time as always
Graeme