It ran so subtle down her left brow
That thin line
White like a salted field
And in its wake, nary a hair grows
Off-kilter, it severs a smooth slope
Of burnt sienna
Pale sliver of a waxing moon
Tangled in shadows
Those dark lashes
Raising from an emerald pond
And glistening so slightly
Reflecting the sky
The scarred earth shifts
As she raises the auburn ridge
And her wry smile brings the light



2 thoughts on “Mary

  1. I was wondering if you ever thought of changing the structure
    of your site? Its very well written; I love what youve got to say.

    But maybe you could a little more in the way of
    content so people could connect with it better.
    Youve got an awful lot of text for only having 1 or 2 images.
    Maybe you could space it out better?


  2. Thanks for the suggestion. I’ve thought about changing the format a bit. Usually I post the text first and go back later to add an image. I think the reason I’m not relying too much on images is because I don’t own the rights to many of them. I’ve been working on this blog in tandem with school and haven’t had a ton of time to structure it. There’s a good chance I’ll make some changes over the upcoming break!

    Thanks again for your input, I hear you loud and clear!



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