a journal of fantastical poetry





Kore

by Mari Ness


Each spring the vibrant growth,
the death by drought, the sullen heat,
the cooling softness of the rain.

Each fall the gentle death,
the coming dreams, the color change,
the warning coolness of the snow.

Each winter the grey shadows.
The pomegranate fills her mouth,
a blood-red shiver of summer.



August 27th, 2015



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