Morning Mist

Iulia Halatz
Dec 18, 2019 · 1 min read

The mist that
covers my heart
is thick
numbing mornings
and evenings
with the sagacity
of a cubist artifact.

It comes in layers
clinging with fetid fingers
on to the gargoyles
of the old mansion
our love has become.

No surprise from
any shadow
No brush
with velveteen
vulnerable
acts of tenderness.

Dragons and starlings
seem nearer
in the dancey mists

Love is uncovered
in a smile
at first light…
Is that enough?

Grace M. Ballentine — Morning Mist, 1948

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Iulia Halatz

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"We should take power and strength from our stories.” Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. www.blog.seocopywriting.ro

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