widdershins around the reservoir

 

reservoir mist
The sun peels mist from the water


bracken
The brackening foothills of autumn

 
inkcap mushrooms

In brambled dark
where alders edge the river
inkcaps stand in phallic pride

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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