by makatkaGorey, Wexford, Ireland
Apr 2020 320 Views 0 comments
Coils of wire
This is not these day and not these night
not these birds
yours sat on the knit of the moon
they sing a lullaby
or they fall silent in the dark.
Not this time and season
rain will not make icicles
and icicles will not flow downstream
on hot skin.
Not this place and not this house
I beat my head against the green wall
and I was thinking
it could have been better if you
did not coil the moon's wires
the birds have nowhere to sit.
not these birds
yours sat on the knit of the moon
they sing a lullaby
or they fall silent in the dark.
Not this time and season
rain will not make icicles
and icicles will not flow downstream
on hot skin.
Not this place and not this house
I beat my head against the green wall
and I was thinking
it could have been better if you
did not coil the moon's wires
the birds have nowhere to sit.
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Posted: Apr 2020
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