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Haiku Free Verse Prosies
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Hekate hid her face.
On hands and knees,
I threw you to the ground and kissed you.
You made a moan
and worshipped at my hips all evening.
You sang my praises. I glowed.
On Monday, women brought you food in flying machines.
You unpacked your suitcase in a city I've never seen.
My own bed swelled. I was an island.
Now, Artemis rides her chariot.
Her bows hangs luminous, purposeful, above the trees.
She's calling her maidens to the hunt.
But something was born in the dark of the moon.
Dreaming of you,
I lost my sisters in the forest.
Frances Donovan
March, 1997
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