Fabulous post and perfect picture to match from a great writer as always … Ian

House of Heart

As  long as time

she has endured the vibration

of thundering boots beneath

feathered feet that soft as

moonlight  dance beneath the

weight of praise or condemnation.

Her words, insipid sprouts,

taut as the curve of a bow held back,

forsake her power, a sleeping force,

she sees it in his eyes.

“Break Through” by Deborah Chapin

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