more than blue

call her ish
{mael}, tired of waiting,de
-bating breath
and sigh

call her boneless
courage, be
-friended skin, beginning
of sacred sky.

squall her a
storm, some salt
she might shed, a day
she might dread turned

to sunlight, shallow
of moon.
twiglets number 39. 

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7 Responses to more than blue

  1. erbiage says:

    Another fine gem, de. Esp love the sigh- pence


    Sent from my iPhone

  2. kanzensakura says:

    This poem is fine. I think it is ultra fine. The sigh lence….oh my goodness that is so very good.

  3. Misky says:

    That last stanza is exceptional.

  4. I loved that opening, De! So clever.

  5. Fantastic – ‘squall her a boat’ – brilliant!

  6. What’s not to love here?

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