thing is, they’ve made the most
of all this gossamer spirit-song,
perhaps longed for gold, but found
the sunrise to be the richest
of all. and now, their needs are
small, their voices proud – all
banshee promise, spilled aloud
in fractured silver sliver shiver.
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Super late to the party for the Quadrille this week.
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Lovely quadrille.
Wow. Great.
I love anything to do with ghosts and your wealthy ones are so gorgeous, De! They are happiest in moonlight, I think. These lines are fabulous:
‘…all
banshee promise, spilled aloud
in fractured silver sliver shiver’.
No worries, it’s lovely. (It took me several days to finally get this one to gel, I’m even later than you!)
shivers
I always love reading your words.
Well shiver me slivers!