The future was a beautiful place, once. I held you that June morning when you opened your eyes; we were seeing one another after seasons of darkness. Like some watcher of the skies. I consider how my light is spent, look into my glass and view my wasting skin; vision may be just a part […]
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Ballad of Dark Beauty
Her dress of bombazine was wrappedaround her mottled body like a shroud,her hair was winter-dark, a raven trappedin the violent weir, so cold and loud. She lived apart, contemptuous and proud,believed to be a wanton witch, a lonelywanderer on the heath, at one with cloud,rain, moon and stars. She was the only night dancer on […]
Eustacia
Inspired by a character in Thomas Hardy’s Return of the Native Queen of the night, her hair was winter-dark, a raven trapped in the thorns of Victorian values; raw material of a divinity, she kept herself apart. They thought her a wanton witch: lonely wanderer on the night-cloaked heath, dancer on the Rainbarrow, longing […]
The Oxen
by Thomas Hardy Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us […]
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