Monday, November 22, 2010

words...

They called her crazy.


Then.

Crazy. Until sunset and the face of the moon struck them.

Now.

Crazy.

Worse.

Not with her ears open to their eyes. Not then. Called her hag. In the other tongue. Hoping she had forgotten it.

Now. Crazy old hag. If they think they are far enough away from the face of her heart.

(c) Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. 2010

No comments:

Post a Comment