a swaddled presence,
womb-red lies.
Light-bedecked trees,
home-warm inside
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Light of the World
hung up to die
on the cast-out,
outside-the-city hillside.
Poetry and puzzlings... All of the poetry I post is my own, unless otherwise stated. All of the puzzlings likewise.
Ha! Cracked it!!
ReplyDeletenow which version did you use:
with-out or out-with a city wall ???