Edwytha’s Plait: Eighth Tattersby

    The Folly Tattersby     Edwytha’s Plait   Terror, when it comes, warms the night Fallen close and hard of breath like a parachute’s muffling silk and chill Night Borne opaque the face of pity Mirrored in the watcher’s eye The plain below Sinking to the cataract Emerging hidden under rock Mimicking Edwytha’s […]