3 Years Divorced (Dec. 4, 2021)
An Acrostic Septet
Every year— or year and one half— the same:
celestial superseding of yin and yang,
light-dark, solar-lunar, water-flame.
In twilit noons, do you feel the same pang
profess its presence? A shot wolf with fraught fangs.
Some year at midday, when the moon eats the sun,
each of us, gazing skyward, will wonder: Who won?
About the Creator
Jennifer Ashley
🇨🇦 Canadian Storyteller
♾️ Metis Nation
🎓 UVic Alumni 2020
Writing published by Kingston Writers Press, Young Poets of Canada, Morning Rain Publishing, & the BC Metis Federation to teach Michif in Canadian schools.
✨YA Magical Realism✨
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By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Brilliantly written.
Really well written and thought-provoking, Jennifer!
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your Acrostic!
Great take on the challenge.
Magnificent and loved the closing with a question!!!
That last line is perfection 🙌