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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Ivy digs feathered fingers

Into her lover’s bones.

Variegated tendrils silkily slip

From her spiral shoulders.


Lightning is never monogamous,

And his loud friend always trails behind,

Adding insult to injury.


Is love is a jagged line

Shooting from heaven to earth?

Or a five-pointed face

Winding skyward to the rain.

Submitted: February 02, 2021

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I'll never look at ivy in quite the same way! Excellent poetry.

Tue, February 2nd, 2021 6:51pm


Thank you hullabaloo22, you know I enjoy your work so much!

Tue, February 2nd, 2021 8:13pm

88 fingers

Very good poem.

Tue, February 2nd, 2021 11:19pm


Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. Much appreciated.

Thu, February 4th, 2021 11:12am

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