PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Tag: red
Unready
“Her nights are full of the red teeth of death” Jim Harrison she mutters prayers most nights tots up the blessings, misgivings and should haves summons some less-forbidding angels for comfort and tasks Azrail to attend as messenger to The Source, with her sincerest words: “I… Continue Reading “Unready”
the quickening
it matters not these stinging raindrops winter’s outrun; the pursuer alights – an insurgent swift as leaping flames roots rally in the rot of litterfall waning embers of smouldering golden reds the ice has given way and fires subside around March, when winds blow by… Continue Reading “the quickening”
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