Wardance of Drought

by

Dina Dinsmoor

The moon ages more
then a month of days
Featheriness and cobwebs
clouding my gaze

To hunt in the sleeveless shirt
of a foot soldier
Maiden-like waiting
until I get older

Serene fostarage
and halberd in hand
I beg to the sky
and I cling to the land

The trestles supporting the art
are complete
The daggers unrusty
the thistles are sweet

And I the mistress with
mischief of earth
Fight a war of twilight
in a forest desert

Impeading my way
the planet does turn
Wheeling effortless rounds
as I'm tortured and spurned

Currupt is the sentence
it offers me then
As kingfish dance
on the waterless wind

Yet parlor boarders fold
on this wilderness night
And there's no one left now
but us for this fight

NEXT?
Why don't you look at loves neverwinding road
by: Anne Strausser
from: Harrisburg, PA, US

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