From blanket dust
chips of old tree
the fragments of a bottle
from a broken evening
cat hair, shadows, acorns
the night’s last whisker
the day’s final paper over
pages and torn
a white feather and
thunder kissed rain
then called up this
full veined
from a live skeleton
of thorns.
Great writing - most evocative. Really enjoyed the atmosphere of thins piece - and the fragments of a bottle from a broken evening - what a wonderful way to describe a night! Loved it :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kirsten, that's possibly the best line there :-)
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