Happy Friday! What goes best with an old song? A new poem paired with a new artist. Let the wild rumpus start!
Born under a plenilune
with a full head of stars,
breasts that drift outwards,
orbiting lumps of matter.
Snipped from the galaxy’s womb,
first cries the final bars.
Serenade the angels trumpet–
a warbled, echoey tune.
Conceived on the move.
Warped soft spot scar
below invisible halo,
the spherical chin quivering.
Yawning black hole doom.
Flaking stardust arms,
cluster of milia,
gas hiccuping.
Fear not,
this too will pass
under a plenilune.
©2023 | K. Hartless
Artwork: Crepuscular Bodies oil painting by Elizabeth Levesque





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