“fantasticated”

Fantasticated Pony

Fantasticated Pony Montag, 6. September 2010 The Quagmire Twin - A Sonnet The Quagmire Twin The surface was boiling, resplendent The murky ebb that would surely obscure The harrowing glance of a malcontent Standing on the edge of a heather moor I was drawn in just like a pendulum That swings now this way and swings now backwards To each transient lease it will succumb It dons every moment and then discards My reflection was marred by muddy brown The lips detached and the eyes now fallen