Phase
A #poetry thread
i.
A Mary stands in stone,
wrapped close in marble veil,
keeps watch from granite throne
until her bones turn brittle, frail.
She waits.
Her milky marble skin
shows the cracks of time:
some shoots have grown within
her, curling ’round like vines.
She waits.
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ii.
Ten decades whispered past
since she took her repose,
where old bones lie ’til the last,
where the ivy's fingers grow.
She waits.
I see her by her tomb
where she looks down and sighs
in slowly waxing gloom
under resurrecting skies.
She waits.
Dusky sun’s fingers trace
a different light upon her brow,
brushing shadows ’cross her face —
she takes on a pallor now.
She waits.
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iii.
Then black woolen blanket's laid
from horizon to her feet,
her sable bed is slowly made
as the stars call her to sleep.
She waits.
Until morning's jewels of dew
adorn her marble face:
new dawn's gilt brushes drew
a new expression of her grace.
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Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶