he watches her sleeping
in his hand a glass sphere is cradled, smoke-filled.
voices burrr – heard yet unconnected
ullulating glimmers play on the surface
stirring with her every breath
swirling impatiently for spring.
Mamu, cloudbound – hopes for company
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Ebby, you are a genius of the language, when you say ‘ullulating glimmers’ i swear i can see that glass ball in those sounds. And the poem is simply perfect, a sense of almost anticipation but of patience too. You are simply beyond anyone else in your ability to weave literal magic in words.
Oh Ebby, I am so sorry. I edited in your tag and category and the indent on some lines dissappeared and I don’t know what they were. I am so sorry, but the poem is still exquisite, and it makes me so happy to see Mamu transported, you have imbued him with a sense of majesty,
Gorgeous, instantly transporting.
Uncle, do not worry, the dents come and go as they please and it never matters to me.
Thank you for your kindwords, I know you mean them.
evocative of a hope…waiting…