Due to a lack of spoons, I haven't been writing my nano poems. Here's one from earlier this month:
Gloaming
Hazed light hangs gold
pollen motes among
dark heather cloud.
Our spear point
angels erupt
from silver-pitted waters.
Reaching for near
invisible stars,
iron feet bound deep
in the Forth,
their heads haloed
in the glow.
Ecstatic and divine.
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