Yesterday the clouds parted / and the empyrean vault clanged open / for a prophecy ...
“rising into myth more true than what is seen.” What a great last line. Love this one.
Thank you, Brit!
Round
the boundaries of bodied brevity,
round the backs of my eyes,
fiery horses coursed, nostrils flaring,
incandescent tails trailing sparks.
.
Glorious, Mark 🔥
Thanks, Ann!
I can see so clearly the horses in this. I love the last line. Mysterious and somehow we wish myth was more true than what is seen.
Ah, but is it not? ;) Thanks for reading, Jenna!
I getchyew. ;) It's a good question to think about. Most welcome, I thoroughly enjoy your work.
There isn't a word for my reaction to this, so here's a transcribed sound: shewhph!
That gets the point across quite well! Thanks, Kilby. 🙂
“rising into myth more true than what is seen.” What a great last line. Love this one.
Thank you, Brit!
Round
the boundaries of bodied brevity,
round the backs of my eyes,
fiery horses coursed, nostrils flaring,
incandescent tails trailing sparks.
.
Glorious, Mark 🔥
Thanks, Ann!
I can see so clearly the horses in this. I love the last line. Mysterious and somehow we wish myth was more true than what is seen.
Ah, but is it not? ;) Thanks for reading, Jenna!
I getchyew. ;) It's a good question to think about. Most welcome, I thoroughly enjoy your work.
There isn't a word for my reaction to this, so here's a transcribed sound: shewhph!
That gets the point across quite well! Thanks, Kilby. 🙂