Immanent Strangers » Poetry http://flyingturtle.deepeningdays.com short stories, fiction, and plays in the fantasy genre Tue, 14 Sep 2010 20:12:36 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.3 pre-morning http://flyingturtle.deepeningdays.com/2010/02/09/pre-morning/ http://flyingturtle.deepeningdays.com/2010/02/09/pre-morning/#comments Tue, 09 Feb 2010 12:50:08 +0000 Flying Turtle http://flyingturtle.deepeningdays.com/?p=376 Continue reading →]]> Young and old
they race for the top of the hill
in silence
save for boots through the grass,
glancing
and smiling
they cling to each other
half sleeping, holding bed’s warmth in
against
the cold of night.
Laughing and skirting they race
for the top of the hill, crying

Dawn breaks through the dewed grass.

]]> http://flyingturtle.deepeningdays.com/2010/02/09/pre-morning/feed/ 0 situation of the green door http://flyingturtle.deepeningdays.com/2010/01/30/situation-of-the-green-door/ http://flyingturtle.deepeningdays.com/2010/01/30/situation-of-the-green-door/#comments Sat, 30 Jan 2010 13:51:47 +0000 Flying Turtle http://flyingturtle.deepeningdays.com/?p=330 Continue reading →]]> The situation of the green door

Beneath the yellow lintel
Between yellow jambs

Next to the window that looks out on the red tree

Under the roof
It stood during the rain
and the snow

Behind a mat that said:
“Welcome

home”

Unless you’re going out, in which case

Behind nothing

“It’s cheery”:
The explanation of the green door.

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