The moon on the sea has polished a mirror
Etched its image in dull quicksilver
The cicadas sing in the evening shadows
As summer wanes and slowly mellows

The night murmurs in bewitching charm
Fills the spirit with a nostalgic calm
A mysterious lighthouse far away beams
Under its watchful eye, the steel body gleams

By Clara de Lataillade

Share:

Share on facebook
Facebook
Share on twitter
Twitter
Share on pinterest
Pinterest
Share on linkedin
LinkedIn

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

On Key

Related Posts

Blocking the Road to Divestment

Since the 1960s, LSE students have fought to sever the university’s financial ties to human rights abuses. This article uncovers the entrenched interests within its governing bodies that continue to block divestment, from apartheid South Africa to present-day Palestine.

Authentic Notting Hill’s Gems

By: Saira Afzal When people think about Notting Hill, a number of things come to mind. Some would say ‘iconic’, others ‘over-rated’, but most people

scroll to top