Saturday, March 22, 2014

larked


it is the poets that rattle the cage
that sing thru the fire, silvered with rage
the poets ;
with words for bones & blue sky for a heart
they light up the world as they fly upon larks
we travel thru time
on star-dust & coursers
with souls full of fire & songs about horses
veiled in complexities & mirth we do tell
of injustice
danger &
love's wishing well
so sing with a voice made golden by memory
ancient & telling, and wafting of rosemary
as earth's poets adorned in our tattered gossamer threads
we lean into winds blue-bitter & smooth
unfold our hearts
and await our true muse

2 comments:

  1. such words to play with and savour! Always a lovely experience.

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  2. beautiful Susie..the poets indeed...

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