under a dark moon

 

 

born

under a dark moon

I have come to see

that every star

is the night’s undoing

~

there not there

the pull of this blue mood

a damselfly

above the gravel track…

the frayed edge of time

~

drawing my ink

from the veins of tanka…

how dare my hand

be so smooth

when tectonic plates shift

~

mist on the mirror

this path we walk…

my fingers trace

a memory of bluebells

and wild garlic

~

warbler song

from my cupped hands

the mountain stream

~

glowering skies

two cormorants

dry their wings

~

a linnet singing all the colours of her windblown hair

~

BLITHE SPIRIT, VOLUME 21, NUMBER 3,

SEPTEMBER 2011

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