The Challenge is here.
I once again borrow Melanie Neilson‘s words to express a feeling:
Verse 8 of
“Bird Coming Through A Super Doorway: The Doris Touch”
Now see what good turns mirrors for reflection have done:
Delights to peep, gaze therein on screwball heroines, screwball heroes
In cave, temple, destroyed boudoir, where-through the sun, endlessly
True and false, light and sound are found. Loving form,
Doris fulfills her intention to make poetry vital in her time
Fierce faith therein, multiple readings do show her art evergreen.