In those tangled threads of gold
she has conceived a key,
in stories long since told,
in the electric codes of cities,
sub rosa, wrapped in ribbons,
she stands by St. Pauls dome,
hers the more secret realms
of inner wisdom and imagination
for she is our unknown.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
With thanks to Hélène Vaillant for her Willow Poetry Weekly Prompt
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Profound poem Antonia:
“hers the more secret realms
of inner wisdom and imagination
for she is our unknown”
Ah! these words give me me warmth.
Thank you, I’m glad they gave you warmth. Thanks too for the inspiration of the prompt. Take care.
My pleasure Antonia.
This is Wonderful!
Thank you!
Most welcome always!
Beautiful take on the prompt. 🙂
Thank you 🙂