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 …