November’s Hourglasses donning hoody and quilted vest, she makes her way out to the mailbox. a pale, weak sun washes cold; no relief from wind, no warmth found between junk mail. in disappointment she turns. her steps scuff gravel gray path of the forgotten across the globe, on her deathbed, a woman mourns there’s no…
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Tanka Tuesday 308 Ekphrastic
Portrait of Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (1865-1932) by John Singer Sargent, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons she loves my brother yet insists on teasing me only in dreams is she mine satin sheen shimmers prettily wrapped package rests, waits to be opened violet eyes mesmerize with asp’s arrogance kisses steal it all away I think…
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