Garden of the Moon


Where eternity slips
through the narrows
of the moon, time flies
with dragonfly wings
through Adam’s rib
to test how much
weight Eve will
be pressed to carry.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

#napowritmo2020 Day 24
Inspired by #skyloverwordlist - narrow -
Real Toads - April 2020 - Day 24

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  1. Sanaa RizviApril 24, 2020 at 3:03 PM

    A most gorgeously compelling twist on Eden, Susie! 💘💘

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  2. JimApril 24, 2020 at 3:35 PM

    I like those "dragonfly wings". I could use some to slip through the crack in the cookie jar lid.
    Nice write, Susie.
    ..
    ..

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyApril 24, 2020 at 5:25 PM

    I love "time flies with dragonfly wings". How beautiful!

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 25, 2020 at 12:01 AM

    Just perfection, these words for this image – unpredictable and therefore surprising, yet so exactly right. And beautiful too. Everything one wants in a poem!

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  5. Kim M. RussellApril 25, 2020 at 12:42 AM

    Stunning imagery, Susie, particularly those dragonfly testing ‘how much weight Eve will be pressed to carry’.

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