THE GREEN WEB
I am battlefield for warring horses.
Wheels of sun crashing through the dust;
A silent, inner, insane
War, worshipping the Third Apocalypse.
I do not forget the sun’s conflict
With moon, for time and sky;
Never lose the razor teeth
Where thoughts cut feeling.
I hear a shriek deep in thy Universe
Soul within Soul, thy name meets not;
Lightning cracks as fundamental force
Darkness in Ligth, Love from Death.
Poem By Tim Cloudsley
Painting “The Green Web” By Ken Palmer