Writing Neverland
30 December 2015
I will walk alone
Through moonlit pathways to stones
Where snow will bear fruit
Fruit will taste bitter
As honey and dewdrops wane
In winter’s chilled hearth
Frozen blueberries
Rasp berries upon my frame
While wood clasps chimneys
Thawing tongue will cut
Within mind stories of flame
That ash blew to winds
Woodcutters did thrive
The age of innocence spent
Wicker braids weaker
Icicles dangle
Inner pails warm bellies flow
Gushing winterland
Broken red bangle
Shards of glass in my fingers
Writing Neverland
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