Silks for the Harvest Queen

Photo by Phil Kallahar from Pexels

As I leave the house

and descend upon the stairs

I am enshrouded

in silk threads

the makings of a royal cloak.

The weavers whispering to me

that I am the chosen Harvest Queen

and my season is soon upon us

I pat the silken threads

into my skin,

assume a regal posture,

and prepare for the days of reaping

whilst the silk weavers

continue their enshrouding

and adorning of

people and things

for harvest season.

Visual representation of story on @tolbert_on_medium Instagram

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Queer Writer & Poet | Sex and Sensuality | Health and Wellness Interests | Personal Experience | LINKTR.EE/TOLBERTMBB | Instagram @tolbert_on_medium

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