Stained glass Stained glass wings, vulnerably
fragile wings high above churchs window
small scapulae overlooking altar, priests
wild hair choir boys in awe
clouded mind scared citizens
Cautiously freed cicada wings
hidden for too long
spit upon, never seen
Cicada, colourless and trampled
unfolds itself, preparing a
first, frightening jump, flying
away with fragile glass wings
Stained person colourful person
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December 6, 2016
Copyright © Darren White
Under Mt. Alamos
Its monstrous, featureless head looking down
through scarves of swirling mist,
massive vault where what´s packed deep within
are scapulae, claw, fur and femur,
a midden warehouse of the fired clay
of shards, broken pipe and flute,
stratas of ashes, fire-blackened rocks.
Evening and its shadow inch by inch
crosses the bedroom floor
--second shadow over night´s--
and he who lays down his head
begins to take up what´s just
outside the bedroom window:
the mountain´s cache of dream scraps,
stuttering shapes, a host of strangers,
their strangely familiar stories seen.
Alamos, Mexico