Those mighty blossoms of feral space
the black hole seizes my fungus fused liver with dread,
paralyzing every tenor of my mortal lungs.
Oh deepest pit where nightmares roost!
Like the very depths of hell suspended in a solar garden
sucking life out of light
as you offer horizons to end all sight and sound.
Galactic supermonster,
hero to a neverending thirst,
wake the dead, stir the galant muse.
Starry cove to swallow wing and fortune...
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
Reading
'The Heron Ponds' is the 7th collection of poetry and short stories from Welsh poet, writer and blogger Steven Francis. Enjoy!
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