I know we lived on honeysuckle,
eye-spot moths above the mirror cave
back when we could have been saved.
Each dawn blew the first rose of summer
each night the last stars took
long dives through black nothing
to shine in your dark eyes.
We believed things
we said then. We'd looked in the mirror
to see who we were, for certainly
all that we saw there was true
but to wing-eyed moths
it only showed how to burn,
only showed the glove of your love
slipped on me all dazzled
with starbroken glass,
only my back spread for your blanket
across four seasons salt phosphorescent
cloud grass, till blind husk and ash
in the blow of the last autumn day,
the mirror turned ice let us fly away.
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Challenge: Hungry and Haunted
Hannah has turned the torch of her transforming Fridays to a rather unique spot on this earth, the Salar de Uyuni, a great salt flat/lake in Bolivia. Visit the link above to learn more about it, and to see some stunning photography of its mirror-like aspects. I've tried to work that image into the title theme with this one.
Images: The Salar de Uyuni viewed from space, and a mature luna moth, both public domain via wikipedia