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.
swallowing the heart.
“Fly away”,
you say, now my turn:
can you
gaze up at the sky
while your
bones burn?
2 comments:
Superb - especially the third stanza, which threatened to blow me away.
I particularly like the stanza about the swan and the sky's swirl
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