Poetry

The Velvet Queen

I encountered the fine features of the spirit of the rocks.

Its image

slipped under my eyelids

and lived within me.

Closing my eyes, I saw its haughty feline face,

its features tapering into a delicate, terrible muzzle.

I’d seen the snow leopard.

I’d stolen fire

and I carried within me the embers.

I’d learned that patience was a supreme... See more