
Jilted
The crescent moon of a magpie’s breast Half turned to bounce the dazzling rays Of rising sun against your face. It brands your eyes – a winged eclipse With a turquoise gem – Then flies away. Illustration by Lori Love
The crescent moon of a magpie’s breast Half turned to bounce the dazzling rays Of rising sun against your face. It brands your eyes – a winged eclipse With a turquoise gem – Then flies away. Illustration by Lori Love
Beneath a strip of sky so pure your faithful eye can glean what lies beyond your world, and in the few unfurling, drifting swirls of white decipher secrets hidden there – you hide amidst the swaying reeds and watch it closely. Cloaked in grey it stands so still and long on legs so thin a […]Read Post ›