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North of the Ash Clouds

Let me sing my night a lullaby, and hurry the sky. North, of the meadowsweet. North, of the ash clouds. Far into obsidian. Too moonclad, might I be, to mind any athame, or whether, I might die, in a whisp of song.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 7/30/2024 3:24:00 PM

Ash clouds are frightening. The place beyond seems serene. I like this poem.

Kate Davies
Date: 8/3/2024 2:59:00 AM

Thanks Hilda, I'm glad you enjoyed my poem :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 7/30/2024 8:53:00 AM

Dear Kate, I loved your poem of transcendence and acceptance of mortality. Why fear death? But we can certainly contemplate, write about, and explore. I love your poem! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Kate Davies
Date: 8/3/2024 2:59:00 AM

Thank you so much Daniel, your encouragement keeps me writing. I'm especially happy as this one got published in a local magazine :)

Belden Raiser

Date: 7/29/2024 3:44:00 PM

Well done. Thank you for sharing this.

Kate Davies
Date: 7/29/2024 10:06:00 PM

Thanks :) and thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it.