Two mussels scorch and burn.
Two dark mussels burn me
with the sea in them.
They burn the palm,
The eyes and the soul
and turn me
into an abyss.
© Miroslava Panayotova
Parvomay, Bulgaria
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Four Micropoems by Nolcha Fox
Frosted I fill in what I cannot see with my dark imagination. Back light lets me guess the tale behind your hidden features. If only I could...
-
.jpg)
that first snowflake– magic as it melts upon my tongue □ when it's cold I can always find you by the space heater □ "ignight" ... -
a whiff of summer that scent of Patchouli on his collar! □ jungle safari a startled Rhino takes cover in the Ravenna grass! □ reunion stirri... -
< From Assamese to English Translated by Rajeshri Senapati Gogoi > 1- I drowned out my inner desires In the underwater stream. It fel...
No comments:
Post a Comment