Eight Ravens in a Cage

 

Suns fingers catches a raven, luminous purple in my eyes

tinsel caught in a vortex created off smooth lines

deep shimmering warmth coos softly softly

lifts my mind skyward,

and god is flicking matches to magnesium clouds

they burn like tissue paper in descending light.

 

 

We, we ricochet like moonbeams off the oceans surface

spin through the spiral of a nautilus shell and pause,

bath in the sounds of waves lapping existence,

before entwined, racing the sun to dawn in far off

galaxies, tearing up dust and mixing gasses to

create a new nebular and name it after us.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Bluet_Belle]

As always, beautifully worded.

The way this reads is amazing and the imagery is beyond magnificent.

I can picture it... It twists and turns in my mind like migrating birds... You know how they fall and rise and seem to turn inward on themselves and expand all at the same time.

Beautiful.

[Collect-Eye]

wow this gave me chills..
you really mastered drawing the reader into the depths of your mind in this piece..
the amount of mind stuffs you've put into these two short stanzas is incredible..absolutely brilliant.
humbling, it is, to read..

[Emily B]

I like the smooth sparkle of it even better after is sat a day or two. It bubbles a little, like champagne. A bottle of sweet liquid and a loaf of fresh bread make a wonderful supper on a late night train.

[Emily B]

ooooh, pretty and shiny and spectacular.

[forfila]

Wow how beautiful Armada, I love the wording, meaning, flow and intention.
I truly admire all your work, and this is one beautiful and selfless poem..

Love
Me

[Shelly Wiseberg]

This is fantabulously written and very descriptive,Shelly