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