In The Cup Of Her Mind She Shrank Poem by Lynsey Jenkins

In The Cup Of Her Mind She Shrank



The stream enters with a tenderness
the object she holds, off this bank,
cracked of sure thankfulness
one could offer, over such a drink-

cracked and pared like an odd fruit
revealing time beneath its flesh;
the rift of a mind exuding soon
nulled duress. Thus, she sits,

filling her thought with long waters
till vagueness rise and sift her hands;
then releases it back, cold daughter,
enchanter of this abstract land.

Thursday, May 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mythology
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