Anna
...inspired by M by Seamus Heaney
Her cranium, its bumps and hollows
cradles secrets stored beneath,
neurons firing, never tiring
of their journeys to belief.
Thin vibrations mold, embolden,
prophecies, cunabula
suffuse the soul, engage the spirit
of the tortured Akhmatova.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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