This poem of mine was published on Luna’s Poetry Bar – a lovely project connecting & supporting poets from all over the place.

 

Those reckoning by the tide-shifter’s phase To segment eras into months, years, seasons, We weren’t to sleep the days; to say we forgot Reasons, riot, insurrections, murmurs, rumbles, Torrents volley out of time, our self-deception And plastic shields, so much spinning on a dime As golden is concealed, many bright ones leaving, Lost generations within […]

via What if it did not mean dominion — Luna