To Thrum a Glassy Stem
on fragmenting taffeta mirrors
Manacled to an earthen house
Over two bending knees an iron chain
Beetle, bone and stone
Pine for a love unknown
though winged soporific dreams
Lay sprawled, waiting expansive
This my promise Blue:
The Thought and its mandrel motion
This my promise Scarlet:
The Blush of a ripened Fruit
Left low in sanguine laughter
in a bed the soft of heather
Stashed in the branches breach
Words to thin cracked leaves
like the folds of an angels wing
or the crack in a devils smile
Poetry for kin and fey
or the unsuspecting seeker
This my Promise Green:
The Lilt in a voice that's laughing
This my promise Gold:
To Sup with empty Cup
The Pearl that contains all pearls
The piece that evinces the puzzle
on peeling taffeta mirrors
To Thrum a Glassy Stem
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