Fencepost Song
Storm-bristled wind
rustles
my unkempt hair
Sprays
mop-water clouds
across
ancestral skies
backlit
by a crystal ball moon
It has been foretold
Stars scatter
like pale leaves
frozen
jaggedly midair
Tossed
by a cowled child
off an autumnal pile
casting firewheels
of mystic color
that transforms
my midnight demeanor
into a ferocious howl
of restless angst
I run wild
"Fencepost Song" won honorable mention, published 4/14
based on Birthday of the World, 1991, oil on paper, by Elisse Pogofsky Harris
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