"Mortal Uncoil"
Let your legs become land
and your arms become wings.
and your arms become wings.
Let your antlers expand
until they sprout green leaves.
Let your belly bear fruit
and your children bear seed.
Let your power sing out,
your song design the wind,
for now.
Published by Amanda Farrell
In a cabin in the Connecticut woods with my little family. View profile
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Post a CommentLove the wordplay, words become images.