Friday, March 11, 2016
Friday, March 04, 2016
Smokey light
In
silence
I watch
the iron lamp
draw
candle smoke
into its
light.
I become
entranced
with the
formations
of
silken threads weaving
into
onto
themselves.
Tendrils
of vines
wrapping
around limbs
foraged,
in wait of
fighting
fae and dragons
for
their own space
in the
smokey
light.
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