Sep 22, 2020
1 min read
Poetry
Mirrored Forest Ceiling
An awestruck vignette
impulse to move falls spell
at mirrored forest ceiling,
in round warmth of liquid light,
this pocket of atmospheric chiaroscuro
beholds the body a conduit
where blood transcends to rhythm still,
takes mind asylum in-between
and surrenders me unthinkable symmetry
Jessica Lee McMillan © 2020
