a weekly of fantastical poetry





Three Nuts

by Mari Ness


The first, a golden dress
hot as the sun, searing her skin,
as he dances with
another bride.

The second, a silver dress,
cold as the moon, icing her skin
as he dances with
another bride.

The third, a scarlet dress,
fierce as the stars, piercing her skin
as she dances with
a dazzling sky.



October 8th, 2016



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