Michael L Evans Amaze: The Cinquain Journal

AMAZE

Michael L. Evans

Selkie

O wild
sweet lovely lass,
always gazing to sea,
you must don your skin tonight and
swim free.

Lost In Mystic Green

Sometimes,
I wonder if
your eyes have lived before . . .
was it for them I was slain at
Troy's gate?

Even Conquerors Grieve

Old friend,
Bucephalus,
your thundering hooves pound
through Elysium- my future
echoes . . .

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