Monday, March 18, 2013

The Woman In Scollops

Ah, she’s resting on the laurels
Of the Great Beast as he glides the sea,
Bathed in Lavender, dressed in Scollops,
Searching ever for me.
 
Her eyes scavenge like a nursing wolf
With six hungry pups and winter knocking,
Ever empty, no time for worship,
But searching ever for me.
 
She has obtained the Pleiades’ daughters
By blackmailing the night and teasing the Moon,
Telling him all his light is borrowed.
Cruel eyes are blind to the near and the soon.
 
And I am here.
I stand before her,
Unashamed and unafraid.
But she can’t see me,
And is doomed,
Searching ever for me.
 
-jenn long

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