Reclaiming the birdboy
I run again past a familiar sadness of rusting struts: old plane drowned in the harbour and I thank you, sinews, for holding up despite my knowing how a body can turn itself to a flock of bones still not hollow enough to fill with flight. I tried to kill the bird many times, emptying it fast or slow and by the seawall gulls still hover fighting over fish- and-chip papers from the takeaway that door once dark conspiracy stinking with the terror of oil. There was no future where starved land-legs could muscle strong, where scarred unfeathered arms could fleet the wind—in updrafts a message waiting to ride: unfear the beg of the shape. Lines full up with fuel. The ripe spark. You perfect engine— only the mud empty now the dirty plot sucks closed the mouth opens and greedily opens the air rushes: unstopped life. They take you back in. *first published in Mineral Lit* Poetry based on photography Challenge from Ankh Spice pt. 1 Holiday Interlude by Ankh Spice from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen 5 Poems by Ankh Spice : That which can be made visible, Hold the river, Feeding the koi, Act like you were never for sale, & Hathor’s gift other links to enjoy: Bare Bones Writings Issue 1 is out on Paperback and Kindle A Quicksilver Trilling by David L O’Nan : Poetry & Writing style lyrics inspired by Dylan 2 Poems for Lou Reed by Robert Frede Kenter : Variance (2 parts) Poetry from “The Light We Cannot See” by Anne Casey : Portrait of a funeral arrangement (for Denise)
Fevers of the Mind 