Wayra Lantern
Amber flame glows blue
through cracked glass. I am unearthed
In nightfall’s arc of Venus,
roots to vines. Words rub skin
till paper-thin, I burn like wood.
Written 5/21/20 for Nette Onclaud’s
Weaving a Wayra Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2020
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