Ignis FatuusA Poem by Kit Croydon 2022 Ignis fatuus wisp in the iris deaths muted candle, there- alight with Osiris.
Dusk paints the welkin night thunders behind the will seals a whisper, there - in silence confined.
Life’s grand aspiration Waxing Pisces moon A star once named Omega, there - A glint in the gloom.
Hollow music in the bracken fern Whistling cave-like skull Moon hangs in the marshes, there - Igniting in the null Will o’ the wisp Will o’ the whisper Will of the wandering wing.
Wisp borne by the breeze Deaths lamp in the trees I curse my fate to wither at sights such as these. © 2022 Kit Croydon |
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Kit CroydonMelbourne, Dandenong Ranges, AustraliaAboutWriter, musician & woodland critter from the Dandenong Ranges, Melbourne Australia. Drawing inspiration from themes around connection, alienation, death and love. more..Writing
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