by E.C. Traganas That look of yours! As if the whole forest would bow in your presence willows waving their hands in salute, larch trees snapping to attention, a copper beech in deep, resplendent curtsy. How like an unsuspecting moth was I, a simple speck on that faraway bark; Aiming high, flying straight and swift like a pin, burning, falling dead at your feet. Such were the magnets of your eyes. * * * Author of the debut novel Twelfth House and Shaded Pergola, a collection of short poetry with original illustrations, E.C. Traganas has published in a multitude of literary journals. She enjoys a professional career as a Juilliard-trained concert pianist & composer, and is the founder/director of Woodside Writers, a literary forum based in New York.
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