![]() ExposureA Poem by Chris Shaw
storm's marauding afterlife
leaves eyes of sunrise squinting . brooding cloud formations hang in black curtain heaviness . lined with a sliver of silver hem gleaming with uncertain promise . hurled through rough salty waters from ocean's dark disturbed bed . tossed in a surge of soapy foam angriest of roller-coasters ride in . fossils flung far in shifting swell beached upon dampened sand . naked on soft islands surrounded by wet glistening shingle sharps . ammonites bellemnites picked by fingers clinging to jurassic finds .
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45 Reviews Added on May 5, 2021 Last Updated on May 5, 2021 Author![]() Chris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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