Sonnet of Eve Words by Annabel Fedcesin
In evergreen undergrowth I open. The world swirling in ember and cobalt, I rest my head and let my hands with pen Trace the sky until it falls, leaving salt. And shrivelling beauty cured by stone Will leave fleeting streaks of fluorescent light. I will sit upon my wattle bloom throne Wonder if there is body to this sight. Sudden visions of someone else in tow Leave longing in my fingertips for soul. Flowers plucked abruptly and tied by bow. Unturned earth exposing sickening coal. In this bleak world that I cannot escape My self grows an unfamiliar shape.
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