What a batch of poems! 'Is a dead woman good?' That question from 'Girl' hovers over all of them. my favorite of the group is 'Ovine Triptych.' 'Every ovine has a sun inside, but sheep shine / their light unfiltered.' 'Watch my horns curl all around me. I forged them out of the whitest flame.' 'My horns grow outward toward infinity.'
What a batch of poems! 'Is a dead woman good?' That question from 'Girl' hovers over all of them. my favorite of the group is 'Ovine Triptych.' 'Every ovine has a sun inside, but sheep shine / their light unfiltered.' 'Watch my horns curl all around me. I forged them out of the whitest flame.' 'My horns grow outward toward infinity.'
"Is death a kind of intimacy?" This line stays with me.
Quite a couplet.
"Like stones I skipped a grade and then another.
When a skipped stone slows it quickly sinks."
I loved those lines too!
Oh ok I didn't know I needed to cry today. Thank you for these.
Highly recommend a good cry within three days of any full moon!
You’re very welcome, Jo!🌻