Another Three Pagan Poems

Morgana at her Vanity (for Erif) Damp from the chastening water, She oils her skin, humming A wandrous tune that breaks, Then resumes, as her musing eye spies, Then dispells, each threat of a line In her face, in the polished brass mirror. She combs out her sea-raven hair With sharks’ fins, brushes With bristles [Read More…]

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