This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
Friday, January 13, 2012
From the Forest
The silent pines blocked out the morning light, The floor of ivy tangled up the cones – So I devised a thyrsus, made to fight For light and dancing, melodies and tones.
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