The bark of eternity,
an armoring sure
An oak or a maple,
their majesty pure
Below their dark cover,
time circles in rings
Where destiny spirals
—as residents sing
(Martha Brown’s Woods: March, 2021)
Categories:
armoring, spring, time,
Form: Rhyme
In this deranged, fertile light -
which makes shadier our sight
-, come and sit with me, right
here to join the passage's rite
of a generous dark to find.
Unlit your cigarette with that sleight
move by offering it to the night
and, from the ashtray of dreams and might,
augur my future; see the fright
for armoring me against its smite.
And say: I bound all these tribes of kite
and bury you under the ashes and blight;
deep inside the hallways of the iron hill to quite.
Burn - you say -, and they all become trite
for they only promised me two-tongued daylight
but, now on, all I can see is the fire of my dark bright.
Categories:
armoring, dark, fire, future, light,
Form: Rhyme