Found wondering in the maze, between Earth’s vines and speckled night
When I was to be discovered, cold and shivering
I begged to be tooled with draping wool and lips
I do not remember the eyes that led me
Eagerly to the center, cowering by its walls
But as the numbness dissipated into that green fabric,
The sting of warmth returning to my flesh, I will never shake
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2 comments:
Very evocative imagery, Susie. You continue to impress me.
I agree. “between Earth’s vines and speckled night” and, especially, that the returning warmth was a “sting”, is marvellous...
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