Run across the field
Chilling the air
Extinguishing the sun
Why in old age
Should I now long to know?
We’re settled in life’s ways
Or holding on
Beside the silent lake
Dark without moon
Grendel is creeping
I can’t keep him out
For forty years he’s
Gnawed upon my bones
I have become addicted
To the pain
Lovely poem; will you be joining ModPo this fall? I've learned a great deal about close reading from Al's class.
ReplyDeleteI do plan to be in the class in September to continue learning and enjoying the poems, the poets and the community of ModPo.
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