I am more than a dress,
a blues song you clothe me in
so your darkness won’t feel
as heavy as your tongue.
Where there’s bone there’s wings.
I can fly a sky of notes you can’t write
because freedom is a place in me
you can’t find.
Will and weather, cloud and feather,
what you think you hold isn’t even in your hands.
This black and blue bird is a sister of crows.
When the spirit says go, a murder will grow.
a blues song you clothe me in
so your darkness won’t feel
as heavy as your tongue.
I can fly a sky of notes you can’t write
because freedom is a place in me
you can’t find.
what you think you hold isn’t even in your hands.
This black and blue bird is a sister of crows.
When the spirit says go, a murder will grow.
Susie - this is just stunning. I feel like you took a 2D picture, punched your fist into it, and popped out a 3D poem with magic. Well done!
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This is so unequivocally beautiful, Susie. The whole thing is beautiful but I love that first stanza especially.
ReplyDeleteBlack Ink Howl .... says it all! WOW
ReplyDeleteEvery line is a world of imagery and beautiful depth! This poem is glorious and shows the strength your soul wings carry. 🦋
ReplyDeleteAgree with Carrie....Excellent work !
Deletesuch imaginative concepts in this remarkable poem Susie - a joy to read and savour such lines as "Where there’s bone there’s wings"
ReplyDeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteSusie I love the way you used dress here. Excellent poem!
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