i held the gates of
heaven open wide just
enough for the wind
to whisk damask,
lace into its stream
cut the clouds high
and dry
bereft of reason--
if i were to thrust
my hand into the
puckered glass and
pull out his sword
((an added ligament of blood))
i'd wish to be the Gates themselves
-- libra lies.
Author notes
It's the third one? It's the third one.
Already? Already.
"Why are you so bad at author's notes?"
...I don't know.
A contest entry
- 15 Lines - 15 Entries- Any Form - Pic Inspired by Cupcrazy.
450 points, ended April 8, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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Very unique piece and take on the picture. Lovely form , although a couple of line breaks seemed to interrupt the flow a little. Thanks for your fine entry.
Bunny
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