To Thrum a Glassy Stem on fragmenting taffeta mirrors Manacled to an earthen house Over two bending knees an iron chain Beatle, bone and stone Pine for a love unknown though winged soporific dreams Lay sprawled, waiting expansive This my promise Blue: The Thought and its mandrel motion This my promise Scarlet: The Blush of a ripened Fruit Left low in sanguine laughter in a bed the soft of heather Stashed in the branches breach Words to thin cracked leaves like the folds of an angels wing or the crack in a devils smile Poetry for kin and fey or the unsuspecting seeker This my Promise Green: The Lilt in a voice that's laughing This my promise Gold: To Sup with empty Cup The Pearl that contains all pearls The piece that evinces the puzzle on pealing taffeta mirrors To Thrum a Glassy Stem