Was it meant to be a metaphor? The girl
in a tree, Thorn soft-laughing, leaves
spiraling down in gold-slanted sun?
On the road the king’s men, riding closer,
singing “Greensleeves,” and I came here to save
her. It was her hawk, said Thorn, it has been
done before. I think Rose is straying
rather far from the mark. It has been done
before: The hawk in the tree, the lady
with a sword, in the breeze autumn leaves
stirring, then still.
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“Thorn soft-laughing, leaves
spiraling down in gold-slanted sun?”
Such vivid images, great piece! Love it.
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Thank you. Your support is much appreciated. 🙂
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Just lovely, soft, strong sense of place and mystery.
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Thank you for reading. Feeling a little dead-ended with this Rose-Witch series. Must. Find. Inspiration.
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Ugh. That is so hard. It will come.
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