I’ve recently begun writing a long poem with a fantasy genre storyline. Here’s a preview; I felt like writing some excerpts out in charcoal today.
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There were spirals of her hair
all across the flooryard—
…I blinked. What, was she bald by now?
Bright blues on the outer circle,
torn teal tassels coating the
Scorn in every strand. Here are the ones you touched.