arrangements
beneath stippled sky
willfully forgetting
your porch last night
you folded
beside me
pointing to Polaris,
steeped in wind,
you offered Shakespearean rations
for my ravenous mind
stinging
better not to be
when cells are seared by thirsty lips
sought-after
spoken for
Emma Hall lives with her family in the rural Southern U.S. She spends her days homeschooling her children, ruminating, and chasing poetry. The poetry often outruns her. More of her poems can be found at www.poesiepocketsandpapercuts.wordpress.com.
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Congrats Emma.. great to see you here.
This is a very poignant one.. remember it well and still hanging on those ‘Shakespearean rations’
Having just become acquainted with The River, I have to say I am enjoying the offerings here. Thank you for sharing and I look forward to more….
always loved this one, Emma – ‘stippled sky’ is a deft stroke indeed
Thanks everyone, it’s good to share space with such wonderful folks!
aww. sweet. thanks.
beautiful poetry Emma!
“…when cells are seared by thirsty lips”
Love the words to this. Lovely, Emma!
Thanks for reading everyone, I’m glad you enjoyed
beautiful, Emma. appreciate your support and love your poetry!
Fantastic poetry!
Simply beautiful writing. Love it amazingly though. Thanks for such brilliant topic. Thanks 
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