2019 Day 5 – For Vonda

You told me of another land.
You wove your words so I could almost see
A world of mist and grass and sand.

A thousand years ago, it seems,
You told me of another land,
Of ruined cities, snake-born dreams.

I travelled with you, open-eyed,
A thousand years ago, it seems.
I’m not ashamed to say I cried.

A yellow book clutched in my hand,
I travelled with you, open-eyed.
You told me of another land,
A world of Mist, and Grass, and Sand.

 

Notes: Not on prompt  – as I wrote a villanelle yesterday I thought I’d experiment a little today, and I wanted to write something for Vonda McIntyre, whose death on 1 April I learned of today.

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