Rebecca Danelly Oxley's poetry. Poet previously known as R. Danelly Johnson or Rebecca D. Johnson. Becky Johnson. Original poetry by Howard Moss Poetry Prize winner. Mostly free verse. Comments are welcome
O, for a muse of fire
Inspiration, enough to succor generations of hungry senses, drops lustrous fruit, flings through mist on newish wings, rattles through morning’s weary engines, falls about me on leaves tumbling down through lemony air.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Daydream
I wish I could hold one of your broad, flat feet in my hands, gently rub the dry calloused skin, press in your sole and pull on your short toes, listen to them crackle. Then the other.
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