When you turn the corner and see the moon hanging High in the bright cloudless sky, Her reflected light which competes, With the far reach of the Sun, And Gossamer though she may appear, Her countenance defiantly shines. OR When you look to the sky on a clear cold night, And you see your breath-mist…
Month: March 2023
Horizons
The line recedes just out of reach Always moving away into the distance Seemingly just out of arms length No matter how long we pursue. The offing stretches out as far as can Be seen, where at the edge of the world Monsters lie in wait and warn the Wayward of their impending doom. As…
The Venus Mask
Into the morning she rises from mourning to night from the East to the West, endogenous aglow with refracted light. She slips beyond the imaginary line to reappear bright and cheery, whether it is felt or shown or worn, whether or not she has a choice. Chained to her task spinning and spun in reverse,…