Honourable Mention
Ink Empress' Etheree Contest
Judged: 17th April, 2025
This poet and her pen wish no parting, like a blessed union, as two souls, incumbent, bear junk without the other. My pen may be a bridge for vines. My pen may be a Hit in summer. My pen may be a relic by winter... Pen and poet, we unearth elegance within plain paper. We may rescue boats from falling wreck to shallows. We. captains of the Ether, lyrical lifelines, oxygenation, painting used homes into fame ruin lies.
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