free

someday soon, we

will be the ashes

in the eye of the

moon

we will be the game

in the foxes teeth

he tongues and

hides within his hole

we will see the dusk

in the archers sleep

and be the feather napping

in his cap

we will know what

lies beyond the mirror

and see the yarn

that holds together seas

we will stow away

on soft winds to Greece

where like our own memories

wonder is buried in shades of shame

I will fold winter

into summers skirts,

march into the castle

of the milky way

smiling

stealing the ice hearts

and black eyes of

snowmen

and we will be free

 


words = samantha lucero 2016 ©
image = not mine.

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9 comments

  1. Hypnotic imagery.

    1. Thank you. 🤓

  2. Reblogged this on Secret First Draft and commented:
    Sam Lucero, Amazing piece!

  3. “I will fold winter into summer skirts,” lines like that are the reason I geek out over Sam’s writing.

    1. 😸 maybe I’ll have time to write tonight. If the little ones crash early.

  4. Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
    We are very partial to the work of Sam Lucero, to say the least!

  5. Love this piece. Sam continues to amaze me.

  6. I saw this from a reblog… Amazing! 😃

    1. Thank you. I’m very happy when somebody’s touched.

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