sixpence none the wiser
your song is less music than savior
rippling up
through barren branch and filtered bud
and i want to hold it in my arms
with the betrothal
of forgotten afternoon
golden grey and cerulean
swirled together in marbled veil
beneath this sky
holding you aloft and me
down
raking my skin
with feathered dance
and dripping wind
and the jewel you bear
on each closed wing
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 6
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.
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April 6th, 2015 at 8:48 am
I’m having one of those scary kinds of days and this is just the kind of poem I needed to read to get me through it. Thank you Kelly.
April 6th, 2015 at 11:48 am
This is quietly magnificent and beautiful.
April 6th, 2015 at 1:21 pm
Gorgeous–esp ‘…the betrothal
of forgotten afternoon…’ I heard a very spring-confused songbird singing its heart out in the darkness of the full moon–this brought the indelible sweetness of his song back to my ear.
April 12th, 2015 at 3:33 am
that closing couplet! you paint with such elegant economy ~