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Mar 01
poem
QueenofDawn

Woman

Woman is fuchsia falling apart in October, softly
humming lullabies through an angel’s teeth.
Woman is pomegranate seeds sliced into revolving stars,
dissolving into marzipan, sweet
honey dew hymn,
silky skin pierced into a garden for plastic garnets.
Woman is wind watching a sinking ship,
mountainslide counting bones,
child eating crushed sweet peas in a thunderstorm, pushed
into rolling door, running stairway, laughing streetlamp.
Woman is bleeding gums, tongue.
Woman sheds feathers like raindrops,
drips tattoos from her skin in inky rivulets,
woman dances,
woman cries,
woman lies down with the lion,
golden and asleep in a sunbeam,
dreams.
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Posted: 03.01.22
About the Author: QueenofDawn
"I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say." -Flannery O'Connor
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  1. avadevenitch
    Mar 02, 2022

    This is amazing. I was absolutely captivated from the first line!!

    Ava Devenitch

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  1. Love to write
    Mar 02, 2022

    I love this! The images and feelings they create are happily unexpected. Every line I read was a new surprise that added to the beauty of the poem as a whole. I especially love the line "child eating crushed sweet peas in a thunderstorm" and how it flows into the next line about streets. There is a movement to this poem that is incredible

    Life is not a paragraph.

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