Insidious and Cruel

The coming of spring is insidious and cruel.

The mist pervades my throat as it melted the crystal

my voice was. I am weak, and I much preferred

the hard agreement of our truce of gauntlets.

Marilyn Hacker, “The Song of Líadan”

Image: Peter Lister, “Rainbows: March”

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