Month: April 2021

She tumbles up,Cresting clouds’ peaksEmber wings embracingthe ecstasy of airFirst flight pyroclastic,Igneous ascensionfrom the ashen earth Photo by Pixabay from Pexels

Brave citadel of a valorous race,Strive no more but yieldWith the sun-ripened olive’s gentle graceBefore my fingers.Brave citadel, throw open

dawn stalks the dozing darknesstalons shake the blackness awakestruggling, the prey shrivels into the brightnessa vast mouth swallows the darknight,

there’s a human loomingover my soup.I buzz and fuss and flapmy mighty wings, wishingI could shock or bite or stingso

I would have returnedmy books—I don’t like fines—but the catslivingin the book dropssmell my fear. Photo by Krysten Merriman from Pexels