The Magician Battles The Infant Poem by elysabeth faslund

The Magician Battles The Infant



Night's Magician, laughing dark
Spells, drifts in battle array to
The Morning's Day...

Lifts his black-sleeved arms,
Spreads black robes
Over the Infant
Gurgling purples, lavenders...

Trees rayed in Light
Tear holes in dark folds...

Infant Morning, Mother of Day,
Toys with the
Mobile
In the Sky.

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elysabeth faslund

elysabeth faslund

Thibodaux. Louisiana
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