plume

plume

watch me twirl, she coos
a pirouette of petals–
beneath her spinning skirt
white and yellow and fragrant
he sips milk of poison

© hannah t

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Published in: on March 23, 2011 at 6:57 pm  Comments (5)  

grounded

grounded

you go right ahead
fill your bowl with crystal rings
gild your ham with gold
adorn your toast with black pearls
I’ll sit here, stir my oatmeal

© hannah t

Published in: on March 15, 2011 at 6:41 pm  Comments (6)  

serenity

serenity

he is on the hunt
sits you down, lays into you
hours on end
you hurt, you weep, you forgive
show me how you love. teach me.

© hannah t

Published in: on March 7, 2011 at 5:14 pm  Comments (16)  

volatile

volatile

she is red and blue
fire and frost, sharp and smooth
a singe of satin
her heart is a litmus scale
with no pH 7

© hannah t

Published in: on January 22, 2011 at 12:40 am  Comments (3)  
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fifteen

fifteen

gardens and stairwells
here there is only colour
midnight in daylight
there is no sound, even breaths
they are hushed, precious, stolen

© hannah t

Published in: on January 17, 2011 at 12:50 am  Leave a Comment  

by the spring

by the spring

we stood in saffron
and lay in slate, awoke on
earth rich and damp with
morning’s breath, dew coating skin
young grass tickling nape and toes

© hannah t

Published in: on January 16, 2011 at 1:22 am  Comments (10)