Maybe the stars are namedBut some can find the constellationsIn people -The connecting shapes and lightsOf like soulsDrawn togetherBy an artist's brush.C. LJ July 2020
Wednesday 29 July 2020
Constellations
Tuesday 28 July 2020
Kateryn Parr
How fine, how elegant and fragile
Are the ink lines I make on parchment
My words
Are yet
Warriors,
Carrying their message over the void.
So too, do I balance my feet along them
With poise
Knowing at any moment my line could
Break.
C. LJ 2020
Anne Boleyn
There was always a ghost
Following me
I can outwit spectors
I said, you said
And the shadow seemed to
Fade
Wearing her jewels I walked
Forward, lifting my head
She was no longer behind me
I had become the ghost instead.
C. LJ 2020
Marie Stuart
I see petite porcelain figuresOn the chessboard of FranceLearning to danceI take them in my handTiny, refined, lined with goldCold crownsAgainst my skinThat fades in the torchlightOf dark, English stones.
C. LJ 2020
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