A brilliantly accomplished poem. Your words and rhythm am put me in mind of Blake.The third is the penultimate stanza for me:"The dead whose wide and staring eyeswere whiter than the winter skies."Can't we always see the dead best in winter?Your artwork is jarringly beautiful.I have so enjoyed your work on this blog.
wonderful rythm, it gives me a feeling of entanglement.
megan and ande,thank you both very much
Absolutely wonderful. Thank you Timmy.
Lovely poem. Multilayered and unpredictable.
I really like Megan's comparison to Blake, who I'm a big fan of. This has that same mystical, dream like feeling to it. And of course Blake was a master illustrator.
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