Flu-flu fletching
April 26, 2016
The muse wakes
slowly
reluctantly
demanding coffee
in small cups
in large quantities
and tiny spoons
to drag through
the day
to see
a path
pattern
in the cream
Poetess
who am I
put on the airs
and shoes
of one
who weaves
words
metaphors
into an arrow
a soul laser
with a blunt
point
Take aim
anticipate the arc
with
strong
steeped
tea
and
unctuous
ruby
wine
find
the
mark
let the flu-flu
fletching
fly
NaPoWriMo 2016 #26
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Good one!
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