the torn silk edges of the clouds
against
cottonblue skies
the field
trembling
with the windswept elizabethan
ruffs of yellowblushed daisies
a jaundiced sunset
hunched
against violet crush of encroaching tempest
fleshly canvas
stretched
over yellow-white marrowthreaded frame
of bone
such transient loveliness, and
all
so unbearably sad
it turns
heart to hollow
in the
coptic jar of my chest.
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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...
Stunning words. X
Beautiful poem <3