by Kirsty Logan
There is a reason
that a censer is swung
like a medieval flail
and tiny coins are chained
into noisy jewellery.
There is a reason
that girls are named
for gems and flowers,
pretty things good for
decoration or pollination.
There is a the reason
for the theft of people
and the melting of gold;
for the knowledge that worms
will someday eat our eyes.
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NaPoWriMo, Day 19.
Good piece, good form. Enjoyed the read.
I like your play with logic as ache--or ilk--especially the way the poem's last two lines draw us up short with their sharp, reason/ache image-metaphor.
You are one of a kind. A provocative, original, beautiful poem.
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