Copper Ring


Thick with the solemn lily’s spring

A valley pale and weeping shadow

He plucked that twisted copper ring

Hammered graves and graves ago

And touched a moment the very seam

Holding his islands amidst the flow

Yet grey sky’s flicker through the leaves

Saw him stand, and let it go.

~

Elizabeth Cook, 2016

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