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Norah

United States

A writer who wants to be an actor who wants to be a poet. I wrote a novel and haven't read it since.
Witchcraft | Queer Musings | Moon Poetry

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I just want to know what you think. Constructive criticism welcome.

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March 21, 2016

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Two flowers and a word
stared back in my reflection.

The white orchid, luminous,
like a ghost or an angel,
fit me like a dress.
Like watery silk,
a river sliding down my shoulders.
Slowly
the hungry ebb of time consumes my skin
and I am nothing but bone.

A violet,
blue as the sky
sitting on my tongue,
rebirth,
spring and earth and new beginnings.

The single word
written in syllables
I understand, yet cannot comprehend,
rippling lazily in the foggy glass above me
as if waiting to be read.
And I am certain if I could,
the orchard dress would become my wings
and the mirror, a window into another world.

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