…
She is holding an un
-quiet dragon under her skin,
the line
-age of whom can be traced
back many moons,
monsoons
and slow gulf
stream storms.
She has mumbled and fum
-bled her way into
some smallish spaces
not fit for wings
or the up-stretched strings
she sometimes ties
to wanton sky.
Try as you may,
you’ll not see her here,
except in lily clouds
and silence, the
empurpled violence
of another abed sun.
Mistakes were made.
Her heart’s been played.
But in
the end, she’s
won.
..
Prompted by both Poetic Asides and this week’s Twiglet.
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Love that “empurpled violence” !! Clever wording
“many moons,
monsoons
and slow gulf
stream storms…. and empurpled violence
Oh, your words are a whirling dervish of delight
empurpled!
Air, a parent.
I love that! It sets the stage for me, making this about being a mommy.
So many battles …
Fantastic piece.
For some reason this reminds me of my grandmothers –
all the choices they made for family and maybe just maybe a few for themselves…
Love so much about this and most especially
“the line
-age of whom can be traced
back many moons,
monsoons
and slow gulf
stream storms. ”
Your word choice and play throughout is wonderful! 🙂 Such a fun twilit prompt, right?
‘lily clouds and silence, empurpled violence’ – a treat for the eyes and mind!