Apr 27, 2015 07:44
Day 27's verse will come later, one hopes.
King Sebastian was as tall as his shadow implied, and who indeed would say otherwise.
(The image here is of a boy with crown askew, walking on stilts.)
My sudden stubborn child
The toddler run restless
From your urgent frame
Reaching for the sun sky blue,
Sword in hand,
And look,
If all the world's wisdom
Does not yet sit upon
Your pale and furrowed brow.
napowrimo,
poetry,
writing