The Wanderess
In soft darkness, she awakens,borrowing a gown of muslinfrom the moon. Her fingers lifta candle from the cupboard and then she heads into strangegardens of sleep, trespassingon other lives as they...
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I love the dream-like quality of this poem. I feel like I'm resting my head on a feather pillow when I read this. very beautiful, like a silk nightgown.take care,tammy
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Hi TammyThanks so much for commenting on this poem. I appreciate your kind words. my bestWendy
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wonderful images in thisborrowed muslin gown and drama stolen for poems... very nice!you could perhaps make the darkness something other than soft - it is so frequently soft i would almost rather it...
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Laurel and YoleeThank you both so much for reading and commenting on this piece. I appreciate your suggestions, insight and interest in my work. It helps me to focus and stay inspired.my bestWendy
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