Tongue of Night

Tongue of Night

A Poem by Brandon York

the tongue of night
speaks blue to
every king and vagrant
coasting albatross currents
gathering
for late boughts
with rivermen
or riding
nameless rails
 

they soar
on wings of
burlap and bailing wire
rattling like
dead leaves
as crows
orbiting the moon
break into
its furnace room
and douse the flames
with mouthfulls of bathwater
 

and the blind
are left
to hitch for morning
with their thumbs
aimed towards
the burning fuse
of the east


 

© 2009 Brandon York


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

This is an interesting, and extremely well done piece. The imagery is simply beautiful. Great job on this piece!

Posted 15 Years Ago


"the tongue of night
speaks blue to
every king and vagrant..."

"and the blind
are left
to hitch for morning
with their thumbs
aimed towards
the burning fuse
of the east."

The scenes stitched into your words are alive and vibrant; swinging nimbly down their lines in proverbial, metaphorical loops.

For me they are like shifting dreams - I try to grasp the meaning of one as another image beckons, I roam through a collage of impression.
And they're as eerie as dejavu moments evoked from these haunting lodestones; 'night', 'gathering', 'currents', 'moon', 'crow', 'flames', 'dead', 'left', 'burning', 'fuse'.

But how I love the way this poem found its beginning and end; running through from the unspoken despair of the dark to a silent longing call to the sun.

I enjoyed reading this, as I did 'scent and safety'; exquisite fabric woven by a skillful and precise mind.

Thank you for sharing!


Posted 15 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

137 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on February 26, 2009
Last Updated on February 27, 2009

Author

Brandon York
Brandon York

Boone, NC



About
Brandon York is an incorrigible wanderlust, and 'jack of many trades', who enjoys climbing everything, travel, and has meditated since the age of 4. The sensory, the tactile, and the fringe inspire .. more..

Writing