Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

Swans & Roses

Eleven swans with one
voice brought a warning,
delivered in a dream.

"Your love is sick,
dying. Her bones are 
stems. Her hair, thorns."

 Each swan carried a
bloom. I followed, eleven
miles. Behold, my love:

 In the earth, stems.
On the earth, roses.
_______

 A quadrille for Wednesday Muse.
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11 comments:

  1. tonispencerApril 25, 2019 at 7:14 PM

    Wow. In the esrth stems, on the earth roses. So you express your love in an interesting way. Swans...odd birds.

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  2. ✿April 25, 2019 at 8:03 PM

    One of my favorites. I love black swans.

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  3. Carrie Van HornApril 25, 2019 at 10:28 PM

    You had me at 11 swans with one voice! Simply breathtaking!!

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  4. Maude LynnApril 26, 2019 at 9:05 AM

    Spare, haunting piece. I really like it.

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyApril 26, 2019 at 9:56 AM

    Even your DREAMS are to die for. This is gorgeous!

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  6. hedgewitchApril 26, 2019 at 1:03 PM

    When a poem opens the door to a dream, it should do it just like this. Everything remains bizarre and unexplained as it should, yet the heart feels a resonance and meaning. A lovely, perhaps even perfect, quadrille.

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  7. C. SandlinApril 26, 2019 at 3:40 PM

    This is amazing. I can feel the magic simmering in this.

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  8. Phoenix RetributionApril 26, 2019 at 4:55 PM

    A beautiful recollection of what was. Lovely!

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  9. purplepeninportland.comApril 26, 2019 at 8:34 PM

    This seems oddly eerie, yet lovely. Black swans are beautiful.

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  10. VickiApril 27, 2019 at 11:24 AM

    Remarkable write! Love it.

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  11. Eddie BluelightsApril 30, 2019 at 4:56 PM

    Fabulous, Shay . . :)

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