Day-8 NaPoWriMo-2020
Prompt: Twitter Phrases of famous poets ( I have taken one from Slyvia Plath Bot)
image: Sunita Prasad
The body of this woman
A map, a universal cup
Life breathes in her bosom
A slow dance of oscillating chimes.
The body of this woman
Tastes of dewy morn, of lusty moonbeams
Sweaty, languorous, honeyed summers
Of fragrant wildflowers in springs.
The body of this woman
Span's salt pans and deserts
Marked at different angles
Measuring the birth of a man.
The body of this woman
Scarred, in a demonic chase
Blood flows in her veins
Thirsty ravens drink her tears.
The body of this woman
An edifice of sacrifice
Little mounds of unthreaded marks
A battlefield of life's struggles.
The body of this woman
A monument, a pulsating minefield
A passionate, meandering stream
An epitaph in flesh and blood.
The body of this woman... earth in transition!
Participating in: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-7/
Prompt: Twitter Phrases of famous poets ( I have taken one from Slyvia Plath Bot)
The body of this woman
A map, a universal cup
Life breathes in her bosom
A slow dance of oscillating chimes.
The body of this woman
Tastes of dewy morn, of lusty moonbeams
Sweaty, languorous, honeyed summers
Of fragrant wildflowers in springs.
The body of this woman
Span's salt pans and deserts
Marked at different angles
Measuring the birth of a man.
The body of this woman
Scarred, in a demonic chase
Blood flows in her veins
Thirsty ravens drink her tears.
The body of this woman
An edifice of sacrifice
Little mounds of unthreaded marks
A battlefield of life's struggles.
The body of this woman
A monument, a pulsating minefield
A passionate, meandering stream
An epitaph in flesh and blood.
The body of this woman... earth in transition!
Participating in: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-7/
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