Read: today’s made-up word

Unendings

Ysella Sims

 

Outside the mill

where the plague claimed the miller,

 

Carp lie, wide-eyed and still under the ice,

while we breathe blooms into starlit air.

 

Blue moonlight paints bulrush shadows

onto the lake’s surface,

 

and we gasp as

 

the lanterns bob skyward –

follow each other

 

out, into the inky deep.

 

Hope-glow fades to a wink in

the not-knowingness of the night

 

and, rooted to the earth,

I thread arms with my sisters.

 

This piece of writing is featured in PEN’s e-book, “The Dictionary of Made-Up Words”, made in partnership with the European Commission Representation in the United Kingdom. Read the whole book!

 

 

 

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