if butter can’t fly

if Witches mis-spell

and Muses

don’t rite…

if curtains can’t draw

would darkness alight?

if hearts fail to sing,

would eyes

skip their dance…

would lyrical voices

be silenced by chance?

if wind stopped caress

and chatting brooks


would forks in the road

turn to knives as they routed?

if sunnier


are closer than skin…

then radiance true

← looks out →

→ from within ←


©Karen Robiscoe

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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