cacerolazo (day 169)

(via miekal and on fb)

Pi-aelindrome.

"As faire Aurora in her purple pall" --The Faerie Queene

Painted Dove.

An arrow into the void
a stain interpreted
    the morning dove,
sovran antidote

mornings it isn't heard
i shuffle about, glum
    invisible door
has shut, away a league

La Louche.

"The gray mists and the grayer houses were full of the menace of memory: they were like traitorous tombs from which the cadavers of dead hours poured forth to assail me with envenomed fangs and talons." --@KlarkashT

Mi fanva.

"a field covered with thorns
twisting, winding
a field covered with thorns
bottom of the well"

--@poem_exe

Pandemic jobs for poets.