​​The Daughters of Abraham

​​The Daughters of Abraham

We were born within perfect wallsWashed in lime, sanctionedBy wild rainsThat fell mad upon our houses of stone,Lashing bluebirdsIn the drowning juniper shadeOf some rotting ark. Our flesh was regarded by the sweet winds,Each blossoming cusp, eachSmouldering lily tamed withinHopscotch boxes, behindLinen veils. Whereupon came the hounds of that forgotten beggar,The holy, the true and …

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