Penelope Unwinds By Patty Dickson Piezcka
Each night the sun disintegrates
as roses drip their blood
back into the earth.
Pillars that held the day
crumble to silt. Moths flutter
through her loom.
What good is one thread
without another
intertwined around it?
While her man lives the flame
of emerald imaginings,
ash settles on her hair
and falls to the sundial.
The lyre unplays its mournful tune
in rhythm with the sound
of her shadow unraveling.
This is time's way of devouring
itself from the inside.
About The Author
Patty Dickson Pieczka's second book, Painting the Egret's Echo, won the Library of Poetry Book Award from Bitter Oleander Press. Other books are Lacing Through Time, Word Paintings and a novel, Finding the Raven. Winner of the ISPS, Francis Locke Memorial, and Maria Faust Sonnet Contests, she graduated from Southern Illinois University and has had writing contributions in more than 50 journals. Visit her website at http://www.pattywrites.net/
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