Beyond

A triolet

Published in The Lark

Cold, slate-grey thing of mistery
clad mute, subdued this winter’s day.
What lies beyond that which we see,
cold, slate-grey thing of mistery?
How vast could your expanses be
outwith this safe, enshrouded bay
cold, slate-grey thing of mistery
clad mute, subdued this winter’s day?

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