…but for a Moor

Swathed in albatross boa,

indenture

(far too young)

&

–missing anchor—

I drift

Neither weighted down,

nor grounded—

I strand

(eventually)

.

Nowhere bridge

burning

oil•spill•fierce

behind

me~

fireball

©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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