Jupiter’s Pain by Guest Poet Kerry Ann Mansford #oneshotwednesday

Jupiter’s Pain She must have been uncreased once, embraced inside those glistening rings, 63 moons in place. She must have been a young Pain,  once, skipping down a flower lit path, spotless kneed, soft palmed, her unchartered globes rambling rose kissed, before gravel plumed and fell, magma bound, magnetic will, cored I cannot see my

I loved a girl

I loved a girl She wasn’t pretty or fair I’m not even sure of the color of her hair *** I read her on paper that’s where I would see a portrait of words quietly enfolding me *** A journey of sorts is where we would go nowhere had limits places high- places low ***