[Critique Group 2] Joan for January

[Joan Myles]

Rapt
by Joan Myles

each night upon her moonlit climb

the wolf advances singing

her big eyes anoint the world sublime

her big hears find its fleeting rhyme

her big heart seeks Life springing

oh Grandmama is that you

my open face beseeches

oh Grandmama our days are few

among the pines and swaying beeches

too few to cloak what living teaches

but Grandmama I’m just a child

enrapt in crimson lace

while you moves free and undefiled

if I could only breathe so wild

and claim my share of grace
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