As Wings Fold [recently revised]
the wings fold
and her gold
nimbus dulls
as she climbs
aloft her soft bed
of soporific manuscript
seductively scribed
with arduous marks
portentous and bold
waiting to be
edited then sold
bound in dreams
in past tense pages
another ego
is found
lost
in the
ages
Posted on 10/31/2010
Copyright © 2011 Clara Mae Gregory
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
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