Non-Erotic PoetryAs a windchimeMalachite and agate
turquoise and jade -
caught in the tendrils
of the deadly nightshade.
Narrow and jagged,
smooth and inlaid
with gold and with copper
hidden in shade and
mystically woven
in a Crones braid as she
chimes down the lightning -
a thundering tirade!
When I am a windchime
my debt will be paid.
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