In her hair she wore a flower.
lay in her lowered eyes and voice.
was hardly that, more a portent.
is that he changed in that moment.
She was more beautiful than dawn.
From childhood he’d dreamed such a one.
Her power, his choice, my lament.
November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2010: 5
Prompt: a metamorphosis poem
(An attempt at the ovillejo form.)
Explanations of ovillejo:
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