I rearrange the furniture
in my head
to clear a path
to that alcove
of possibility. Poetry is
wayfinding
written in Braille
with lemon rind
and a candle burning
at each station.
I rearrange the furniture
in my head
to clear a path
to that alcove
of possibility. Poetry is
wayfinding
written in Braille
with lemon rind
and a candle burning
at each station.
This was like putting poetry into images using words…My mind is blown. Amazing work here and Merry Christmas!
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Thanks Nessa. Happy Holidays to you too!
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‘Poetry is wayfinding written in Braille’ – I’ll remember that!
M
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Marie Marshall
writer/poet/editor
Scotland
http://mairibheag.com
http://kvennarad.wordpress.com
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Thanks Marie!
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