An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
I know that abyss –swallowed up as I waspunch-drunk on darkness Bled as I emerged,each reach a scrape –there was release too Revived now, I honourthat passage, recognizethe making of a woman. (Making of a Woman first appeared here, December 2021. Image: self portrait in ink)
What a pretty little bird! With a pretty little song to match?
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Very pretty. A heart stealer.
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My kind of bird!
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Lovely!
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Thanks
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Warblers are hard. And I can’t even spot them a lot of the time.
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I know. Me too. But I discovered that they are curious, so if you make a phish, phish sound and wait, they’ll come investigate. Sometimes….
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Sweet!!
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😊
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