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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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”
That phrase was a gift, let me tell you. This just tumbled out. 🙂
That’s what I’m here for — to come up with inspiring nugget-phrases that you can then take off with. I live for that. I can’t tell you the joy it gives me.
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!
Wow. So many lines. Words. Images.
That last stanza carried me away to a softer place.