the shrike beneath a sparrow's skin.
before that final damning act of courage and mercy, medraut had spent a day and most of a night limping on a broken knee through the frozen, bloody fields around camlan, searching for lleu. It was not three months since lleu had kissed and forgiven him his last winter’s betrayal. medraut would have given his own life to spare our brother’s. all he found of my twin after camlan was the golden circlet lleu had worn.
Linda Pastan, from Insomnia: Poems; “Fingerprints”
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A still life with a bowl of cherries and flowers (detail), c. 1800. The Spanish School
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