Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Write me no more poems about sunset.
Pink or bleeding red, showers:
the gold of profanity, or of gods.

Danae wants no poems about sunsets.
Orange and peach plucked by the night;
a circlet of murder in every coin.

Write me a poem about Dawn.

2 comments:

tf said...

Hm? There's a hidden message in this poem, isn't there? You wouldn't randomly write a poem about sunset, Dawn, and Greek mythology...or would you?

I saw the Wolfkin cover last night, and was quite stunned.

Emily Veinglory said...

No particular reason actually ;) p.s. more on the cover art below (my posts are a bit out of order for some reason).