Sunlight parches us
in beauty without mercy;
rain drifts – a mirage
Month: Jun 2018
Corvid
It craked. Hoarse and raw.
Footloose, on the wing, it looked down at us.
Perched in the roof-line gutter, craking on…
The bird of fortune, named by accident,
rescued by goodwill, nurtured in our den,
drawing down our blackened greed, shimmering…
“You gaaave me what I asked for;
I can see how much is there –
now I want more! More!! Mohre!!! Mohhre!!!!”
3
How much has fallen?
How much more still stands, intact?
Does the act forget?
2
Would you not conform
in riches and belonging?
Or have otherness…
1
Trees grow among rocks
Granite boulders overhang
Lichen covers all