Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Invalid Photo #1055238 Ursa-June She's out there blowing the smoke around sneaking into rooms with open windows touching the gossamer drapes that once she owned. She's back for a visit from the stars where they call out her name — the one we forgot — the one that every child bears in her DNA, the one you would seek to know if you knew there was a secret in the smoke that scrawls it across the starlit sky in cursive, erased each dawn. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga, [178.116] (7.juni.2021) 13 lines, free verse, ekphrastic
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