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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3904 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Fallen Star Lisa Megraw When l found you, a fallen star with a question mark for a heart and a pain that scraped nerve against nerve, l sat beside your fire watching the fat heat rise. You told me of a place inside that spoke poetry to the night, deep chiselled on stone circles the drumbeats hit only ears made of the softest brush. I called you Blue because of the flowers, the kiss of the rivers mouth, but most of all because of the sky and its crazy moth dance across the heavens. You were taken from me years later. Only then did l realise who you really were, when l found the place of stones where soft syllables fell off bloody from the writing on flesh and bone. We are both the words of love and loss - how they fall from me now. |
