In a breezeless portrait,
a god-like howl rises
in mantra;
trusted to another
not endowed,
an eagle scowls
spectacle as snakes
writhe in copper.
In a breezeless portrait,
a god-like howl rises
in mantra;
trusted to another
not endowed,
an eagle scowls
spectacle as snakes
writhe in copper.
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Wonderful description of a coin, Pamela! “Snakes
writhe in copper” is perfection.
The eagle and the snake is on all coins here as well as the flag, Marianne. Thanks.
Wonderful image Pamela, it is getting tired out, isn’t it?
Elizabeth
Thanks and yes, Elizabeth. I may be a glutton for punishment.
Pamelita, great poem. Yes, little copper coins need to go away now. They cost two cents apiece to make. I mean, really?! Well done. Amy
Thanks Amy. This coin is from 1957. They don’t make them anymore and thanks.
Gorgeous! I used mantra in my piece today, too. Your rising howl is wonderful.
I am at your place right now, Brenda. I noticed that, lol. Great minds think alike. 🙂
I pick up all found coins and donate them to charity. That is when I get enough of them. Even the ones so old that they are ‘green’ with envy for being left to lay about.
I have only this one coin, Jules. I doubt I should donate it.