Suffering trials, she trudges the slick ice slope
Stumbling against gravity’s pull, she might
Dress her wounds with impenetrable sadness
When she finds the fortress gates
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I haven't put this poem all together yet, but I find many of your images, and much of your language, extremely beautiful, and wanted to say that. I even learned something, looking up 'contrails' and 'probative'!
Great to see your work surfacing again Kelly. A finely worked engaging and visual piece. Like Max, it's got me thinking and that is no bad thing at all.