At your stone feet,
pigeon bombed
on cardboard sheets
your children sleep.
Pigeon bombed
a summer moon
your children sleep
on angels’ blades.
A summer moon
a broken cup
on angels’ blades
the sorrows flow.
A broken cup
on cardboard sheets
the sorrows flow
at your stone feet.
Beautiful.
Posted by: Darcy | September 30, 2011 at 06:09 PM
Nice work using form!
Posted by: Theresa | October 02, 2011 at 11:21 AM
Thanks Darcy & Theresa! You can credit my friend Angela, who prompted me to try.
Posted by: Charlie | October 02, 2011 at 11:33 AM