Does hope really
have feathers?
Or is it green
and vulnerable
springing
up from the ground?
Or is it a tiny speck of light
like the occasional spot
appearing
in a photograph
not visible
through the lens
but there on the image
Or is hope a dark
insubstantial thing
following like a shadow
hunting you down
55 words for Hedgewitch who carries on the proud tradition at Verse Escape.
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