Untitled Poem by J.N. Fishhawk
[untitled] J.N. Fishhawk In response to the prompt found here. the swamps stand eternal, lungs, liver, and kidneys of the land, all in one-- cinnamon fern fossils in ancient shale a testament, a message in our world’s oldest print—frond, blade, pinnule dropped with a long-gone season’s pass, into water burnt dark as midnight with fertile [...]