Tag: poem

dastard winds trying to pry the shell from snail

shadow of table sparrows discuss flight plans

dusk warmed oil worked into tender limbs

halftime black butterfly floats out the window

an extra pair of eyes in the dark crow perched on cctv camera

nightfall in the process of translating this skin

come closer we speak in greys and binaries

coffee whilst the morning gales wail

in this grey expanse feelings matter lives matter

the river slows to watch our ritual