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FissuresNo one will see them in a clay jar, she shouted into twilight.Fissures
The first few points of firefly-light had begun to flash and fade in the darkening wood.
He favored a dirty clay jar to any of the store of mason jars above the sink and chased the lights around the yard.
When the jar was full
of dust and starlight he sat beside her on the porch.
Look, he whispered,
stealing the small of her lovely back.
The vessel h
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MonochromeWatch me! she squealed,Monochrome
peels of laughter disappearing into honeyed autumn.
He watched her twirl around the yard, the lens blurring and unblurring as it tried to keep up with her dance.
This day would run together
with all the others in her mind.
She would remember the leaves, flaxen and scarlet, the crickets stretching tired limbs, wind through the open gate, all but the old camera.
A smudged monochrome the only proof that he was there.
by ~iamthenightingale
Aria, after the Sea Princess Let my body be transformed and pour down green meadows. Rimsky-Korsakov's Sadko, Tableau VIIAria, after the Sea Princess
She counts out the sum of
her week’s simple work and sets aside the ten percent he will take for the offering.
This will be the last she gives, for work distracts a wife’s heart.
She recounts the total and leaves it by his bible. Pennies for the dead.
Her transformation complete, she retreats back to
the garlic
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Romance, in PiecesI. I sit on the threshold of spring under a sky more heavy than glass. In my lap are idle words that might be poetry but feel more like yarn not yet knit into something beautiful. Two months until summer cannot pass quickly enough. A boy in torn black pants sits down beside me on the stair. I have seen him before. We share a class or two, eye-contact between classes, idle words. I turn my gaze downward as he leans towards me. “Is something wrong?” he asks, his voice the color of ginger. TheRomance, in Pieces
by ~iamthenightingale
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