Poem of the Week: Tree Tops

Welcome once again to Poem of the Week here on Twilight Letters as we continue on with Part II in Muse, by Celia Blake.

Tree Tops

Dancing across the road unpaved

Rainy hair of curly craze

Trip upon a mushroom cap—

grass stain ass, my toes in crap . . .

Poetry in chance I gaze

upon a page a pic a post

I’m lost now—my plans are toast.

I’ll keep writing through this maze

lighting candles, burning sage

magic crystals take me away

abandoned clothes

naked flight

to lucid dreams

this dark, wet night . . .

—Celia Blake

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