April 22, 2019
"17th Anniversary Issue"

 

This reunion of the 'bruising flame' and 'threadbare hem'

 
 
 

This reunion of the 'bruising flame' and 'threadbare hem'

You remind me of
autumn's splendour, you winter guest.
A hem made of wedding lace.
Important and sacred universal laws.
I dare to breathe you in,
your dragon-cave, Mikale.
In your eyes, I am home.
I am sanctuary. Harvest.
Neil Armstrong's moon landing,
thunder and lightning in a
rainstorm, You're right. I'm wrong. I'm right.
You're wrong. You're all
baggy like winter. You're
falling-falling like gravity's
obesity. You're a melting pot of volcano,
of moonlight in near-darkness.
You're 'bruising flame'.

     I'm 'threadbare hem' caught with needle and thimble.






Article © Abigail George. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-10-09
Image(s) are public domain.


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