sleepdancing eve

by Mary Frances

sleepdancing eve
alone too soon
dumbsweet and dark
in wind in waves

stripp’d to the edge
in fading light
pluck sorrowbirds
from dying stars

old silent man
of chilly blood
and shadow laugh
in wintermoon

forsaken now
we bleed in caves
and sing too loud
your lizardsong

[This work was from the Cut-up (Jigsaw) Salon, January-16]

(3 Feb 2016)

Mary Frances has made cut-ups most of her life, inspired by her grandfather who gave her scrapbooks and a pair of child-size scissors at 5 years old, and she makes collages using photographs, paintings and text. She may be read at @maryfrancesness.

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