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Aug 2017
Frankincense, hot cloves
Smoky perfume, like alcohol, gasped
Smooth, heavy, an intangible gravity kissed onto eyelashes
Covers and spices in flower, alive
Gasp after gasp of sweet tropic smoke
Eyelashes fluttering, started birds returning
A haze as purple as blood, or nightingales, or blood.
This poem was written to illustrate a structural fixed form I invented myself.
Marye Minstrel
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Marye Minstrel  20/F
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