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 of boars, Charcoals her eyebrows to arch and point, Powders her eyelids with sea-blue chalk, Rouges her nipples, lips, and nails Of hands and feet with the locust-red … [Read more...]


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