rook

great were the whispers of a long goodnight
suddenly covered and held warmly in my mouth

oh my dear hovering owl
praising me with sharp glances misguided

under the moon
adorned with watery shadowed oil

it’s here the day broke
leaving us to battle our own doubt


will the morning bring dew dressed as salvation?
are we placed as pawns opposite muddy Rooks?

my sweet sweet nectar
the one of stars
held courageous in lessons

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

oh.. this one is exquisite! that opening pair of lines is something i wish i had written..

gorgeous. you know, a lot of writers would have flogged this idea to death, but you always use such a delicacy, and know exactly when to say when that it holds a profound power in your images..

this is a favourite for sure, and shows just how much i've missed your words..