Wen
Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶Glory
Silk snowmelt sun
pokes up in pale sky.
Blue scilla buds spun
from frost's last dye.
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Morrígan
A #poetry thread
i.
Black angel of iron
from heavens of lead
soars out from the pyres
of vengeance and dread
to scythe through the ranks,
through cornrows of men —
no hands raise their thanks
for angel’s amen.
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Suit
A #poetry thread
i.
An orangerie,
neoclassical
style, façade I see
that’s theatrical.
In front of oak door
that led — I don’t know
where — he walked. Décor,
dark coattails that flowed.
Grey homburg, gold chain
from dark vest pocket
to button — urbane —
brass watch, a locket.
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Persephone
Young crocus creeps up from the brown
to write the first bright lines of spring,
cast off last shreds of decay’s clinging gown —
purple poetess breaks free from wintering.
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Apháneia
A #poetry thread
i.
Great temple, Doric stone
that sprawls across the green.
Within, upon a throne,
one waits, a shaded queen.
Greek goddess in a niche
of stone with arch above —
her alabaster cheek,
wax tear, unanswered love.
Her name, Apháneia,
wan goddess of the wise,
the patroness of those
whom we hide in plain sight.
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Crown
A #poetry thread
i.
My Lady stood within an arch
and wore her weighty crown of stone.
She gave her hand and I embarked
on a great quest I should have known.
As we walked, she steadfastly sighed
about the burden that she bore.
She dropped her veil and then she cried
that her long neck was tense and sore.
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Odoacer
A #poetry thread
i.
Once the Seven Hills saw
the grim Goths at the gates,
boy Augustulus’ laws
faded with the Fates.
Then the sky’s sundial spun
for fifteen hundred years
and a new Rome had sprung
by banks of black Remus’ tears.
In fair Mundus Novus
by seven swampy hills,
a new magnum opus
made real by ink and quill.
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Roundup
A #poetry thread
i.
He pours his concrete over sand
and gardens with his tools of steel,
makes paths of gravel over land,
thinks he controls just how his plants feel.
In neat, tight rows he makes them grow.
If any plant dares grow too tall,
he wields his scythe and starts to mow.
All green things must stay neat and small.
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