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Poetry Drafts / 24 April 2022

I am moon pulp, mulched memories
Lamentable; talking trees impart my truths
Tells of lies, of lies, of lurid lies;
Chainsaw cries in dark nights,
My moon swoon,
I am the lucid loon:
Your Gardener in the darkness,
Motionless and moonlit,
The eyes of night flicker, flirt
With memories
Of you – bushy and bloomed

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.