My story’s untold 31 July 2023
I voice words from depth of chambers steeped in light covered slight my throat an emblem of tone instrument to hone Prayers flee from a bosom struck It wavers comes astride a golden bull for the ride into waning green Heart and spleen I hold them in fist The splinters I resist I am priestess of the old My story’s untold Reading of the poem:
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