In these pages
are secrets:
yours
- and mine.
On onionskin,
vellum and palimpsest,
written in Greek,
Magyar or Celtic runes.
Written in ink
or tears or menstrual blood.
In these pages
are wishes, which may
come true.
In these pages
are secrets:
yours
- and mine.
On onionskin,
vellum and palimpsest,
written in Greek,
Magyar or Celtic runes.
Written in ink
or tears or menstrual blood.
In these pages
are wishes, which may
come true.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | January 12, 2011 - 15:58
That's it, in a nutshell, Ewan.
Tina;-)
SundaysChild | January 13, 2011 - 22:07
I find this beautiful
fatboy74 | January 13, 2011 - 23:30
This is wonderful, reminds me of a poem by Julia Copus the name of which escapes me. Really enjoyed. :-)