John Swain Louisville, KY poet

Along the Saltern

Pharos candlelight,
wet lips wet eyes,
this mud earth
this white horse
she kneeled
in lavender fields
in flowers of salt
raked from the pools
on the grey flats
of ancient life
blue seas scattered
to make this island.
I gathered my arms
to travel,
god of the sickle,
goddess a chasm,
born in the flood,
grape and roses,
the sluice she breaks.

–John Swain

white horse

 

John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. Least Bittern Books published his second collection, Under the Mountain Born. 

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