There is treasure all around
but you
blacken and turn inward.
You are
an ink blot
on an illuminated
manuscript
a burning
nettle
in a
field of wildflowers
a sliver
in the knuckle
of a pink finger
Let me help
you pack
your
blanket and suitcase.
You no
longer belong
or want to be here.This is 55 words for Hedgewitch at Verse Escape. It's regarding a dream I had two nights ago.
I really love this one, Mary. Those images, straight from your dream, are as potent as shots of hard liquor, and they go down with a burn. There a multitude of meanings onve could decipher as to who or what is being described, but the message is clear as white lightning. Thanks so much for this gem in 55 words, and have a kickass weeekend if you possible can.
ReplyDeleteWow, powerful. I especially love "You are an inkblot on an illuminated manuscript."
ReplyDeleteI have known souls like this. I absolutely love this poem Mary!! So many stellar lines!!
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