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Full Moon Bridget Pregnant as she is with silver fire gently she takes as gift my molten soul and channels it into her waiting mould. High above, the stars present a choir to sing the labour rising like a smoke from all the sweated achings of my heart there in the smelt: the rusted rock, the fraught old ore from my beginnings, each break of hope, each abandonment and fear. Pouring, melding in the silver air, it settles in her mould, and cools, and stills. Then she prises it, and hurls. It falls clang! on her anvil… I am taut, and taught that I was wracked, and now I can be wrought. Alison Leonard
Posted on: Fri, 21 Jun 2013 06:20:41 +0000

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