Missing

sibling born
with a pretty vacant pen
among skinned phrases
ploughs a sharp penknife

murmurs a prodigy echo
in blood bitten language
I dived into a plateau

where trapeze artist
laundered life listening
to this poet laureate
from each first line
I was not hesitant

I wander this wonder
would she have kicked the monarch?
while fresh earth would be falling
from her booted foot
or would she ever so
dignified  just simply
decline and walk away

lead by laden pools
where once bardic scriptures
lay among ogham

ovate healing hand
herbariums scented
dipped from dripping
druid ink

her voice through these voids
she is the half light
when I thought
I had captured her essence
in a hollow tree

she vanished
her voice through these void
enters the half dark
a pantomime quill

quietude
unbecomes
now she is a unicorn
universe

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