This poem was published around this time last year. I didn’t really like how it ended, but never got around to tinkering with it, so I will put it out as it is.
a hollowed out rictus grin placed prominently at this liminal time a curious crossroads of old and new with but a cursory nod to the peaceful host frail shelter from this Samhain storm a rail of russet leaves and borne the broken limbs of oak and scorned behind a membrane of glass a solitary cupped flame dying deep within the bleeding ink of an obsidian heart ©AJM
Very beautiful. Fun to read out loud. I’m glad you tinkered with this until it felt right.
I didn’t! That’s what I meant: I didnt like how it ended-I still don’t-but never got around to tinkering with it to my satisfaction.
Perhaps this is the way it is meant to stay.
Hi there Jackdaw, Just a quick note to say i have nominated you for a WordPress Family Award. I will be posting about it shortly. Thanks for all your hard work! Mindful magpie.
Why thank you my fellow bird blogger-I shall look out for it. 🙂