“The old hunger, left in the old darkness,
Turned like a hanged knife.”
—WS Merwin
Demon Pond. ☆☆ (via @harryskeeler.bsky.social)
gunmetal gray welkin
guzzles the last beastlight
afar there is thrashing
thought cannot quite grasp it
our toys rascal-scattered
escape often hopeless
Godzilla's path picked out
apart from laid gridwork
machine so vast in vying
venture or cub habit
cloudily called Wind-Rose
kept in tiptoe hollows
The Eyes Have It: Dorothy McGuire in The Spiral Staircase.
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