Chrysalis < read by Melody
Three days of white
threads wound
fine
around
around.
Three days of light
shrouded linen
fine
white
light woven.
Three days of . . .
Where hast thou laid him?
And she thought
Are his wings still wet?
When he said
Touch me not.
Melody Newey
Melody earns a living as a registered nurse, grows a respectable garden, and writes when she's not building sheet forts with her grandkids. Her poetry has appeared in on-line journals, Segullah, Irreantum and small press along the Wasatch Front.
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Lovely. Really, I do recommend Louise Glück.
Thanks, Kylan. As you know, it means a great deal have other poets read and respond. And I realized I have read Louise. She and I would get along famously, I think.
gorgeous.
I love it!
Thank you Twila and Heidi.