That When I Waked

the torn silk edges of the clouds
cottonblue skies
the field
with the windswept elizabethan
ruffs of yellowblushed daisies

a jaundiced sunset
against violet crush of encroaching tempest

fleshly canvas
over yellow-white marrowthreaded frame
of bone

such transient loveliness, and
so unbearably sad

it turns
heart to hollow
in the
coptic jar of my chest.

Photo Credit: florybrown Flickr via Compfight cc

Rachael Convery

Rachael Convery is a Classicist, Maker, and Scholar; follower of Sappho and Anne Carson; devotee of Beauty and the wildancient gods; seeker of the sacred and profane; lighter of candles upon the altars of the lost; daughter of savagedivine wolves; keeper of forgotten histories; lover of small, grand, and delicate things...


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