Years converse beneath my skin,
Babel of clacking bones
with hellish foreign tongues
discussing discontent,
barking, snapping,
at silent, silver framed memories
on shelves bowed by decades.
Day to day this cacophony,
this sound of drying limbs,
quarreling beneath skin
fragile as a moth wing,
turns me into a cocoon of clocks,
ticking off my own hours.
I long to lay down, silence
these damn chanting twigs.
Let one more night hold
my carapace in starlight,
in liquid dreams of youth.
Thank you for your entry into Odin's Opposition!
Perhaps you'll rise up, drink from the Well of Wisdom and be crowned the 'bringer of victory'?
Best of luck in the battle!
~Mosaic Musings Staff
Congratulations Linda on your Merit placement!
You have risen up, drank from the Well of Wisdom and have been crowned the ‘bringer of victory’!
Well done!
Wow, Xanadu, this is a truly profound, wonderfully expressed sentiment in great poetic style.
Hope to see more of your work in the forums.
Congrats!
Love, Syl***
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