Sunday, May 1, 2011

Nesting The Burn Barrel



Nesting the burn barrel,

The Dark Bird turns spark to stone--

Song to silence--

And at last...

Her children to charnel,

Hard bone to soft ash.

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13 comments:

jen revved said...

o dark angel, what soporific may we obtain for thee. Beautiful. We all nest the burn barrel, yes? xxxj

hedgewitch said...

Pretty much. Enigmatic, nonetheless, the way you've thrown your dice-words against the bumper of the page. Some things, to speak in the odd construction of where I live, need burned.

Brian Miller said...

rise pheonix, burn us all.

jen revved said...

Shay-- would you check out second poem I posted for today and tell me what you think-- will stop back later..xxxj

Raven said...

Awesome as usual. You rock and all that. Sorry, too sick to offer a decent comment. I did love it though.

signed...bkm said...

the dark bird turns spark to stone...sorry have not been here in a bit...the whole April writing everyday took time away from reading...thank goodness it is over...bkm

Mama Zen said...

Perhaps, not the wisest place to nest.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow. Zapped us with your power in a few potent lines.

HermanTurnip said...

Ya know, even though it was short it took me a few reads to really pull everything out of it. Well done!

Lynn said...

Very eerie!

Daryl said...

I had to look up 'charnel' ... then I re-read and got chills

Lolamouse said...

This gave me shivers. Don't want that Dark Bird roosting near my house!

Leslie said...

for the song to be silenced is painful to face and yet in all the ashes might there still be something..

Moonie