The moon sinks behind
clouds that drown
in the flooded floor of Barmah Forest
Fish swim serene in the silver linings
I sit on the bank
and even looking down
can still count the stars
in the sunken sky
A short ekphrastic poem, three years in the making. Shoutout to QAG for three torturous years of inspiration!
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| Lin Onus // Morumbeeja Pitoa (Floods and Moonlight) |
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