Giant eagles were slowly heaven-circling
High above the turbulent ringed-sea

The tide-looped lazily as a drunken-bee
The whale-weed draped along the foreshore

As the grave-groping moon-blown
Became tongue-tired and muffle-toed

While the owl-light became tight-lipped
As the she-bird was soundly tongue-dusted

The cradle-petals were water-spoken
Yet tear-culled and bell-voiced lulled

All into a sense-wind of grass-broken
Yet I was weary-dressed to trace the sublime

dVerse, Laura challenged us to use four of Dylan Thomas’s odd word combinations …
I used more and added some of my own …