'Baby': A Poem by Courtenay S Gray


You are an amorist.

Silky eyes of wonder,

The dew from trees–

We drink like milk.

Holy Water rained from the


The mind is an island,

We can explore it if we use

our compass.

Delicate touch of silver,

Magical working dust.

Dulcet memories,

Sometimes soured by



Courtenay S Gray is a twenty-two year old poet and short story writer from England. She has self-published two poetry books. She loves the dark and macabre especially. She is a big Harry Potter fan.

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