THINGS THE STRANGER TOLD
Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own)
THINGS THE STRANGER TOLD
This is the province of blood
(I am the threads of the sky)
The desert of sinew and tendon
(The blue threads,
gold and silver, ivory and rose
of clouds)
The waste of jagged bones
(Spinnings from the white moon)
Of blood, of pulsing
(The fibers of comets tails)
Of blood, of pounding
(I am the unendurable sun threads)
Of blood, of raging
(Less than light and air)
Of blood, of crying
(I am incorporeal and boundless)
Here in the unreachable heart of me.
© ImSJ 2023
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reachless? why not unreachable
very interesting. welcome to uka
Well now you have given me something to consider. I may agree with you that unreachable is a better choice as I have used another “-less” word in the preceding line.
I enjoyed this very much. I felt at times like I was a thread being woven through the piece, which was quite pleasant.
blessings,
jolen
Ma’am, you are kind to say so. Thank you.