Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

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:

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

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  2. 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.

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

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

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  5. 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

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  6. Perhaps, not the wisest place to nest.

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

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

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

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

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

    Moonie

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Spirit, what do you wish to tell us?