Two Sijo Specularite and Slate

by Bella Dalton-Fenkl


I won’t grieve when your starlight,
          your galaxy, oxidizes,
Even though navigators
          can only dream of nights so clear—
When it fades, you’ll turn to lodestone
          to guide me home: my lodestar.


Five great peaks under Heaven,
          Dusted with clouds of fraying moss,
Battered by the turning tides.
          Mother-of-pearl inlaid, sun-streaked,
Saffron stars... when the angles shift
          Fern-studded blades slash like knives.

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