Ashes and Skulls

Ashes and Skulls

sunless set, upon ashen woke
trees sighing at the look
fallen bows discarded
past the way of skulls
bones and locks,
a box with no days
endless rays
from a silver set moon
ache the wrist that wrote
a cage without a moat.

8/25/22 - Andy McRae

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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