Drawing Down—A Poem by Sanguine Woods, 2018

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Bequeath me sight not as it seems
A sphere of light to capture breath;
Come, toll the word of moons and beams—
Exhume the heft of youth-felt schemes.

Purvey the slice that leaves no scar—
A sliver of bewitchèd glass;
A drop to stir; enflame the pall—
Un bâton rouge pour faire l’étoile.

Encerclez! thou thornèd crown—
Each pented point a waning sun;
Le sang va embrasser le sol—
And name the circle ‘done’.

(C)2018 Sanguine Woods

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