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A sort of Poem about the Marbles we Treasure

Updated: Jan 25


A hand holding a glass sphere with amber light shining through trees and sphere.

I haven’t found it, My favourite marble Whose golden eye pulled me through magical kaleidoscopes.


These dull spheres I have left drown me in gloaming pools.


If you have it, Leave it by the window So passing dawn can cast warm honey across my bedroom.




 

First published 4 March 2024

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