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cicadas in silk

I pulled you apart
from the smoky darkness
and spun with you
in incense wrought wreaths
of arms and fingers and lips
Seven silken scarves
I shed them one by one
and leave a trail
Diaphanous wings discarded
A cicada becoming
a goddess

5 Jul 08

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This is as soft as one of the scarves in the poem.  Beautiful.  I cannot believe that I am the first reader since it was posted over a year ago!
 — Isabelle5

Nice poem.  Though I think you have one too many 'and'(s) in line 5.  I'd also split the poem at 5 & 6...make it 2 strophes.  Just a thought. Other than that, bravo.
 — JKWeb

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