The blooming decay
illuminates a fly
resting on the wall
© Zelda Reville
“No one sees me changing. But who sees me? I am my own hiding place.' – Joë Bousquet
The blooming decay
illuminates a fly
resting on the wall
© Zelda Reville
the art of honing
intention into instinct
paves pebbled roads
© Zelda Reville
on the moon’s edges
a narcissus weeps, strangled
in blossom’s caress
© Zelda Reville