Sheila Smith / Glenprosen Mosaic
Overhead branches, over-wrought
Wreathing and tracing
Jig-sawing the limpid sky
Into 1000 grey-blue pieces
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Back washed bubbles, recycling
Creamy cushions of froth and foam
Surface tension creating
An emphemera of iridescent cells
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Myriad stars
Grounded in deep blue-black night
Lacunae through which past light
Illuminates their names and names us
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Jagged fragments, selvedged
Our small, wild inside, spaces
Cemented by our shared intent
Our work, inspired by muses, framed now
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