Stirring the waters
22 August 2017

Woven tight
Nights pastures bereave
Shaking light
Knitted tight
The blaze appearing flashes
In between lashes
See trouble
Seething through my veins
Crumpled beds
Unshorn heads
Shaking limbs when he remains
King of my castle
Body double
Stirring the waters
Kindling flames
Winding trees
Rhapsody that drew the bees
Into my kingdom
Reading of the poem:

Marcas de Ayer – Adriana Mezzadri
Dancing lines
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Thank you Derrick. Love your comments 🙂
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Always in appreciation of your words and phrasing.
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Thank you so much Syl 🙂
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You’re very welcome 😊
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