A writer who wants to be an actor who wants to be a poet.
Witchcraft | Queer Musings | Moon Poetry
Hi, I would love some comments on the overall "poetry" of this piece. Does it inspire emotion?
Written By: Norah
June 5, 2015
haunted these bones
shattered them like crystal when the time came
to get up and run
to feel the wind in my hair
those fragile things are gone
replaced by air and mist
and the rain has adorned this scalp for centuries
my gossamer triumph
come and clean the air so I can breathe with exultion
with the dew speckled grass
turning the world beneath my bare feet