She came sailing in —
foxgloves in murder digitalis
shape-shifters in book-covered heat
an Austen novel in her head
pharmacopœia of bottled lust
in everyone else’s closet Gothic
unholstered in a room of Macbeths
unshriven, exhumed desire
— sailing in, lighting torches
blanketed fire,
lavender swan.
Merril's Quadrille #113: "Blanket Us" for dVerse A dVerse quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words. Click on Mr. Linky to read more and join in!
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