• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.48

Updated: Oct 15

Between two boards

sleeps paper, pressed

plain white, marred black,

though not at rest.

For when, the pages,

my eyes meet –

a rush of wings,

of running feet,

of starships launched,

a conquest dire,

a maiden fighting

dragon fire.

A double spell

make mind and page –

in concord fly

their broken cage.

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