Don't Eat With Your Mouth Full

Where can we live but days?

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Solstice
Now Earth’s tide’s at the fullest, and the Sun
Draws in her long-cast nets. Here is a trawl
Engrossing all that breathes. We are all spun
In that fine silk: creatures that squirm and crawl

Through putrid shallows, those that throng the deep
In eyeless silence, we whom they appal so.
Her nets are quite indifferent, catch and keep
The rest – and we, poor flotsam, also.

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Weirdly I've never got around to Gaudy Night, though I feel as I know it well by osmosis (cf. Georgette Heyer).

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I really liked this, especially the phrase "in eyeless silence". It would make a good story title.

Edited at 2015-06-20 12:24 pm (UTC)

Thank you!

Lovely poem. Thank you.

I'm glad you liked it!

Beautifully put and deeply true. Thank you for posting it.

My pleasure.

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