Threa Almontaser

Catasterism

Catasterism Catasterism

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.–—Lord Tennyson Winter is my nightlong field. Cruel, y…

Oct 30, 2020 / Poems / Threa Almontaser

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