This moment rests sure and still in amber:
Iceberg stars gleam, the moon bows a blessing –
I swallow gilded swimming heat. I am
Alone; a barrel-cloaked delicate pledge
Cups silence from indifferent hills, offers
A heavy golden disc, paid to the day.
Gorgeous, especially the last two lines. I LOVE the phrase 'indifferent hills' in this context. I also love the image of iceberg stars, but that's because I like to squeeze the word star in anywhere and it is possibly my favourite (and for me, most overused!) and much loved word/image. Also love the use of gilded - it has so many layers of meaning here.
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