My Blue Cup Runneth Over

My Blue Cup Runneth Over


The breeze wrapped like

a silken shawl around my shoulders,

sand & surf slipping

like satin between my toes.

Naked the Sun warmed

old bones thru and thru as though

they were swathed in wool,

whilst all the while the wine dark Sea

lapped at the wide World’s furthest rim,

a blue cup always full.



The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,

President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc

and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism

and the Church of the Universe.

Use only as directed.



~ by reverendhellfire on January 28, 2018.

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