Millstone

[ChristopherSea]

final for now

Millstone

Winter’s Albatross wings in
our season of bane;
warm climate memories
are etched in hoarfrost.
The moon is unadorned
through thick-frosted panes,
its fading countenance
and majesty is lost.

Hills glint like scalpels,
mirroring disdain,
while the quaint countryside
grows ice embossed.
Oppressed flesh rises up
against icy chains
with patience adrift
in Autumn’s exhaust.

We suffer the sting
of Demeter’s ordain
regardless of how
extreme her accost.
We trudge through the mill
protesting in vain
until the goddess
surrenders her frost.

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Chess/billy/trueE/Brownlie edit 3

Millstone

Winter’s Albatross wings in
our season of bane;
warm climate memories
are etched in hoarfrost.
The moon is unadorned
through thick-frosted panes,
its fading countenance
and majesty is lost.

Hills glint like scalpels,
mirroring disdain,
while the quaint countryside
grows ice embossed.
Oppressed flesh rises up
against icy chains
with patience adrift
in Autumn’s exhaust.

We suffer the sting
of Demeter’s ordain
regardless of how
extreme her accost.
We trudge through the mill
protesting in vain
until the goddess
surrenders her frost.

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Chess/billy/trueE edit 2

Millstone

Winter’s Albatross wings in
our season of bane;
warm climate memories
are etched in hoarfrost.
The moon is unadorned
through thick-frosted panes,
its fading countenance
and majesty is lost.

Hills glint like scalpels,
implements of pain,
while the quaint countryside
grows ice embossed.
Oppressed flesh rises up
against icy chains
with patience adrift
in Autumn’s exhaust.

We suffer the sting
of Demeter’s ordain
regardless of how
extreme her accost.
We trudge through the mill
protesting in vain
until the goddess
surrenders her frost.

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Chess/billy/trueE edit 1

I'm working on editing in stages

Millstone

Winter’s Albatross wings in
our season of bane;
warm climate memoirs
etch in hoarfrost.
The moon is unadorned
through thick-frosted panes,
its fading countenance
and majesty lost.

Hills glint like scalpels;
implements of pain,
the quaint countryside
grows ice embossed.
Our flesh rises up
against icy chains;
patience held captive
in Autumn’s exhaust.

We suffer the sting
of Demeter’s ordain
regardless of how extreme
her accost.
Let’s commune with anguish
in pleasure’s refrain
until the goddess
surrenders her frost.

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Short lines?

Millstone

Winter’s Albatross wings
our season of bane;
warm climate memoirs
etch in the hoarfrost.
The moon looks unadorned
through thick-frosted panes,
it’s fading countenance
and majesty lost.

Hills glint like scissors;
scalpels of disdain,
as the quaint countryside
grows ice embossed.
Our flesh rises up
against icy chains;
patience held captive
in Autumn’s exhaust.

We suffer the sting
of Demeter’s ordain
regardless of how extreme
her accost.
Let’s commune with anguish
in pleasure’s refrain
until the goddess
surrenders defrost.

-or-

Long lines?

Millstone

Winter’s Albatross wings our season of bane;
warm climate memoirs etch in the hoarfrost.
The moon looks unadorned through thick-frosted panes,
it’s fading countenance and majesty lost.

Hills glint like scissors; scalpels of disdain,
as the quaint countryside grows ice embossed.
Our flesh rises up against icy chains;
patience held captive in Autumn’s exhaust.

We suffer the sting of Demeter’s ordain
regardless of how extreme her accost.
Let’s commune with anguish in pleasure’s refrain
until the goddess surrenders defrost.