Silence, poisoned with crows.
Jade candles in a porcelain oval, blown out.
Pearls in a blind man's ear, swinging
what can't be seen.
Lamps doored by blue clouds, shut,
freckling night luminescent;
all these things
kissed by the tongues of wasps
violent then numb
rasped by polar wind
you brought for the offering
altared before me, for the ritual
of unknowing, unmaking,
back to blackness
to the first
dividing cell struggling uselessly
to be whole;
like a yew bald of needles,
like an unborn moon.
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Challenge: Get Listed with Brendan: Moon Madness
Brendan, of Oran's Well, has proposed a word list challenge drawn from the poem The Moon and The Yew Tree, by Sylvia Plath. I have tried to incorporate those images as well as the chosen words here. For the list and the full challenge details, see the article at real toads linked above.
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