Tuesday, 3 January 2012

small stone 2

the night sky is clean as a bleached wound,
I can feel the bone white
                               cut of the half moon

Wave, Night, Georgia O’Keeffe, 1928
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  1. Anonymous2 March 2012 at 07:25

    Gorgeous, Ruth!!!

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  2. mermaidsdrown7 March 2012 at 07:36

    Thank you Chrissy, it's turned into the start of a longer poem...

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