Washed up on a beach, a dilemma. Maybe she was a Viking goddess? She had been to Scandinavia, America, walking and feeling Mellifluous in the dark. Her book Of spells darkened around me, my pen Left without a voice, my headstone laid Broken and inscribed with corruption.
I love the mysterious, calamitous nature of this piece. A fantastic write.
Thank you, Grace. That is very kind and most appreciated.
A sad state of affairs. Hope there’s something left to be recovered…
I do too, Terveen. Thank you for the thoughtful comment.