The harp players

 

When; dark & light

Sickle moons play harp

Escarpments her side shone

Even brighter than, ever…

Here, his hand swam like coy carp.

Where delicately the dews moister

Clings, comes together in warming cloister.

…Even before the stars have rung,

She has claimed; her pearl in an oyster.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

I like this whole thing. The photo makes it like discovering the poem in some old book. Great work

[Mark Heathcote]

The picture sprang the idea, thanks for the review.