Hecate

Posted on April 4, 2014 by dhadbawnik

She & her lover dance down
to a point, he
is only a fraction, how they
have to keep
carrying over, lines
appear over her head
her three-fold face old
then young then
young-old, why
does this keep happening

This entry was posted in Literary, National Poetry Month, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *