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Quill & Caw

(ink)

↓

beak-full

of

black lines

/ | \

scratch peck caw—

the page the sky

 

feathered phrases

gather in wind

of thought

 

wingtip = quilltip

margin = wire

 

perch above prose—

a stanza nest

with twig metaphors

 

(poem eggs)

(still warm)

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Written by
andrew-rymill
Published
May 14, 2025
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