Best Poem of R K Summers

Steampunk Heart
Clockwork ticker, beating pulse
It lives and loves on wild impulse
Shiver and shake like feverish imps
If you look inside and take a glimpse
Romanticism is just an illusion
To a heart that beats confusion
Mechanical wonder but oh, so cold
The wheels and cogs in brass and gold
Manipulate the ghost in . . .
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Tatty Hex, The Wild Woman Of The Urban Forests, Who Braids Flowers In Her Hair
They call her Tatty Hex
I heard them call her fae
She’s the one who flies at night
To drive the ghosts away

I see her on her walkabouts
Gathering flowers by the pond
To braid them in her long black hair
And bind them to her wand

Tatty Hex is a Wild Woman
They say she conjures s . . .
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