unpocketed wild

child
,
can’t you see our shackles
(these chains, the sky)
have fallen?

in the swollen swell of
silence and your eyelash
flutter, I shuttered my
indigo fingers,
my gills and scales
and skin. the sky’s
an ocean. these
legs have wings.
this fairy dust
has finally
………(fin
……….-ally)
taken us
where we want to be.

come. sing. siren
me some semblance
of salt and star
to carry me hum
-bled,
……….home.

 

 

..
my shawna threw the fantastic title phrase into a poem today, and it jumped right on over here and multipled. 

 

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6 Responses to unpocketed wild

  1. violet says:

    Oh my, this is very good. I especially like the last stanza. LOVE “siren” as verb.

    Going from the title into the first word — nice.

    This, too, is stunning:

    “in the swollen swell of
    silence and your eyelash
    flutter, I shuttered my
    indigo fingers”

  2. erbiage says:

    Salt and star! Oh why can’t I like this more than once? A gift indeed! That’s when it is best! Remember that feeling of receiving, that’s when it is blessed!

  3. Wow. So many lines. Words. Images.

  4. That last stanza carried me away to a softer place.

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