Thursday, May 23, 2013


A woodpecker
pecking at my shutter,
a hole in the matter.
While the swan
flies away with the girl,
sky’s sweeping swirl.
“Quick, quick, follow them”,
between a wave and another of the sea,
just a flap between darkness and me.
“With a hollow rumble of wings”,
a conscience-stinging dart
swallowing the heart.
“Fly away”, you say, now my turn:
can you gaze up at the sky
while your bones burn?


Dave King said...

Superb - especially the third stanza, which threatened to blow me away.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I particularly like the stanza about the swan and the sky's swirl