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Poet's Corner: Hazel Hall: Habit
Nov. 2nd, 2019 08:09 amLooking for November poems, I came across this as the poem-of-the-day for today at poets.org and thought it a nice encapsulation of the ficcing process.
Habit by Hazel Hall
Last night when my work was done,
And my estranged hands
Were becoming mutually interested
In such forgotten things as pulses,
I looked out of a window
Into a glittering night sky.
And instantly
I began to feather-stitch a ring around the moon.
Habit by Hazel Hall
Last night when my work was done,
And my estranged hands
Were becoming mutually interested
In such forgotten things as pulses,
I looked out of a window
Into a glittering night sky.
And instantly
I began to feather-stitch a ring around the moon.