Ripple Poetry

My cocoon of glow wormed light
swaddles me as if first born,
so quiet, it’s full of heart beats,
and it lights my way to
safety within its cold cave walls.

Those outside can’t see it because
the grass haired roof
would confuse them.

It is camouflaged and
the oasis of cool within the searing heat
would remain hidden, unless
they knew just where the doorway sang.

(c) June Perkins
(Written during  Writelinks workshop with Marianne de Pieres)

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Writer, photographer, lover of unity in diversity in thought and humanity - poet by nature, world citizen

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