Ragged.

I came down

to the torn
end of the fields

crevassed and hewn
by this ragged light

of Provence
as fierce as grace.
I came down,

my heart crevassed

and hewn
to the deepest

ends,
scented

thoughts
of lavender

held fast
to my bones,

while

poppy whispers,
committing

their writing
to my spine,
trickled

their red
gowns
in the spent

leather

of the fields.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo : SARITA ~ https://www.instagram.com/sarimundo/

 

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