From bronzed frame,

I looked at the moon

Amidst the storm,

Anchored and

Grey laced sewn,

Three faced sky

With maiden, mother

And crone

Photo blazed

Figures of Ancient Rome

Fully phased

To follow another

Behind the clouds,

Through week’s lit up


Cranking their shadows


Into the night,

The hiss,

The rise, the calling

Cries of trees


‘Goddess, goddess, goddess’,


Limbs embedded

Upon waning

Lunar shrine

To fall,

Fall apart unaddressed



Amber R Walker, Hull, Creative Writer, Bookmaker, Lover of art

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