My dying dusk is falling out of bounds

Evening clouds are not making a sound

I cannot hear moon shadows hit the ground

And I see the silent night being slowly drowned

Then my midnight queen, arises to be crowned

The Goddess of Light, and I’m spellbound



Ivor Steven (c)  August 2012

Ivor is a part-time plumber, former Industrial Chemist, and now a serious writer of poetry. He has had a number of poems (not books) published, in on-line magazines such as, Vita Brevis. SpillWords, Drabble, Wolff Poetry Journal, Festival Of Poetry, and Slasher Monster Magazine. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc. and many of his poems are published in their Anthologies. Also he has had a poem published in the book ‘Melpomene’, edited by Gwendolyn Taunton. He started writing 19 years ago, after he’d suffered a stroke, to help himself with his rehab process. During this time, and for the 30 years of her severe MS illness, he was the primary carer of his wife. If would like to follow Ivor’s site, you may click on this link >>

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