Poetry

Bright Harvest

What better light for
half drunk poets and
madmen
(they are equally alike)
than a full bright moon
A harvest moon
excited and beaming
to loose the reaper
on ripe human sheaves
To relieve delirious
creative souls from
their bodies on
imagination’s
threshing floor

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s