gorgeous photo by Tess Kincade
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Shiver only once
in this braided light,
and you’ll know the way
………………of sorrows.
We’ve got a thou
-sand tomorrows to fill,
spill through this hour
glass; scratch with this
fingernail crescent scythe.
..
prompted by The Mag.
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Oh, how I love the first stanza. And the hidden title: etching her “self” — a moon’s liver.
I think she IS the moon’s liver. One of its vital organs.
A breakthrough! Very fine.
Just beautiful! “braided light” and “fingernail crescent scythe” — very nice.