In beating temples
17 April 2017
Hawk’s eye stirs
Mesmerised iris
Glaring whirs
Into sight
The shadow behind that blurs
Witnesses of light
Invoke me
A game to dethrone
Casting stone
In rivers
The thought that blind delivers
From mirrors of old
Beat the cold
The breath throbbing drum
In the hum
Tale of two
Passengers that we once knew
In beating temples
Reading of the poem:
Heart Warriors – Byron Metcalf