Osborne

You stand the sentinel of midnight drank

A drawn black shadow against azure

14 metres of nothing upon the tawny grass

Your brandied herd, not more than five score,

You roam in space, held dark in place,

Charging the horizon, with cars we race,

Distill the seasons into strength and proof

Mix the sun with a Moorish tongue

Infuse the sweetness of a sweltering today

But a dram of you makes hot my veins

With cold determination you fill the sky

You are the fino of yesterday watching.

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Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Eleven:  “Today, Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever giant thing you choose, I hope this chance to versify in praise of the huge gets your poetic engines humming.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

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