poem for Sarah’s birthday // 8april2021
There is a low whistle,
soft, featherknife through air
Of the crow’s wings
Low hum and swoosh
Hello dark and beautiful bird
You are perfectly defined against the trees
Low path close to the sand,
Juniper needles and greybarked woven arms.
My head rests in my palm
Chin on hand heel
And when I close my eyes your
lowwhistle feathers brush some sharp pang of need,
soft, featherknife through air
Of the crow’s wings
Low hum and swoosh
Hello dark and beautiful bird
You are perfectly defined against the trees
Low path close to the sand,
Juniper needles and greybarked woven arms.
My head rests in my palm
Chin on hand heel
And when I close my eyes your
lowwhistle feathers brush some sharp pang of need,
quickly and kindly away.
Ravin's there bearers away of sharp pangs. What a tempting idea.
ReplyDeleteDon't know what happened to my fingers while typing.
DeleteCorrection: Ravens, the bearers away of sharp pangs.