
what do you see
little poppet
little dear
when you look past
my face
to where the shadows clear
does your hand trace
memory or sound or sky
draw a circle around us, poppet
keep the dark outside
*31/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.
I thought there was smoke in the photo at first, love this!
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They skip to shadows and between the flickering flames. Watch them!
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Awww! The final two lines really give this poem depth.
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