What To Write About…

Well, it’s pouring rain! I’m in the public library trying to dry my socks. Reminds me of my sodden undergrad days.

a four thousand year old
pure no longer
but still
hanging from the thorn
of a pink rose bush
tainted by time, by us
like a city tower
rising in smog
like truth
in a fog bank
of lies
it trembles
about to
to seep
into the earth
warmed by the heat
of the planet itself
bubbling back
to the surface
where I will float
having paid
my bath fee
and be sustained
by it and its multitude
of sisters

I’m trying to do voices of the four elements–two times each. Water is pretty easy here, and I’m having trouble with fire. More anon!

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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