Monday 7 July 2008

Breathless Tales

Breathless Tales

I would rather
clutch my invitation
and wait my turn
in party clothes
prim, proper
safe and clean.

But a pulsing hand
keeps driving me
over peaks
ravines
and spidered brambles.

So, I’ll pant
up to the pearled knocker
tattered
breathless

and full of tales.

by Janet Chester Bly

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