for a dance with
finery in the fernery
in armoury midst the vinery,
your cloak - green like July...
sloe in obscurity
when the tempests past
whelked black
yet....
What's this?
On the underside
a telegram to the Sun!
A shot silk
pane of Emerald stained glass,
a ruby torch-
the Dealan-De,
cloud of flame chest
feeds the voyage up
wide and caped
in breath.
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