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cicadas in silk
Rynne

I pulled you apart
 1
from the smoky darkness
 2
and spun with you
 3
in incense wrought wreaths
 4
of arms and fingers and lips
 5
Seven silken scarves
 6
I shed them one by one
 7
and leave a trail
 8
Diaphanous wings discarded
 9
A cicada becoming
 10
a goddess
 11

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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