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Moon Charm

 

From the high ground spread out your silver skirts
though the dawn be a thousand miles away


my chamber is flooded, my casement wide
and the dawn yet a hundred miles away


unbidden you send your mute messenger
a cool dawn calculates ten miles away


who could mistake the mundane for magic
the fast marching dawn now a mile away


and who can quite recollect the sea of...
when sudden alarms renew trial by fire.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 22:09

This draws you in with the decreasing distance till the dawn.
I kind of hoped it was going to be a beautiful awakening
But the ending takes by surprise and that's very effective too.
A wake up call, and perhaps that's the point.

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