In the night,
we, endowed people-
in the trenchness,
in the mild,
have conquered vast swathes of
blank slates;
the beginning of life
in the warm, wet sands,
in trembling hoofbeats, rhythmic.
These horses were as fast as
raindrops falling from clouds—
their courage felt
up to a mile away.
Vesuvius stayed holy
in the midst of the soiled,
and the werelizards bite at
the silver bullets.
Claim for me
a space in your heart,
and I will make you my spouse,
crown you with many crowns,
and drown you in sunset.
Page by page,
my journal will contain you,
graceful Pelican in the dancing moon,
by the oil in your wings,
I will be home soon,
I will be home soon.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
