summer’s edge/

Michael Raven poems March 26, 2022 1 Minute

i am wicker waning
willow of the hollow
clawing at soul soil
blackened beyond night

rough face marionette
dancing at summer's edge
in empty hill dreaming
newest songs

Published March 26, 2022

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chrisnelson61 says:

March 27, 2022 at 3:54 am

Great imagery. The darkness is never far from the surface.

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1. Michael Raven says:
  
  March 27, 2022 at 6:23 am
  
  Thank you, Chris. 🙏
  
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