pruned in moonlight (for lorca)
raw dark nothing
magnolia martyred
loved between
squamous moons
ebony chest-
lies blaze for
ten thousand
never caught
blood purpled error-
ballad of sung cement
forest lighted
letters
perched marble
maven prey retreats
to orchard
snagged fir
cedar sold
coops your mouth
of withdrawn beams-
your mortal paradise
death
tomorrow.
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death tomorrow
even the youth
know
First off, love FGL’s poetry. Enjoyed the way you pruned your poem – very sharp and clean, ready for new leaves.
add a leafish word a line.. and email it to me.(address in my bio)
keep it alive for FGL…
I loved this