Blackout poetry in the archives. A challenge, for sure.
Fairy Tales
At last the witch said: you need only arms and fingers to do this - the sparkling glittering star, the roaring pools, the lamps darkened, she dare not break with sorrow.
a flower kissed the dark blue sea
the magnificent moon went through her tender body the sun shone before her, fixed eyes on her, cast her down she was naked in her long, thick hair.
and how she looked at him tenderly with her eyes, for into the witch pointed needles and sharp knives bore gladly, and lightly: the grace of movement
she was given the greatest beauty














