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Charron's Chatter

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

A faerie,


dressed in spider silk

and flew by winged heel

to the Moth Ball

danced for the gloam,

the love of it,

and last Light,

Achilles be damned,



Carried a fair fan

6 to a hand

–and some fan fare

heralded this soft-shoe,

through mudroom,


and first bloom,


wore tiny pulsars

only faeries

could see

traced Telling patterns

from beyond the

Dark Rift

on coal-Dusted terrace

rye on why

(faeries ought never drink philosophy)

Torches burned her B side


and Decide

…a Sideways faerie,


practiced Diamond Vision.

©Karen Robiscoe

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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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