Wings Over Waters

Who is she
this woman of silk
outlined among the rocks?
She sits perched
like a muffled silhouette
some distance off
in this silent, deserted spot
where the sun throws its fire
on the water and copper
licks at the shore.
The tide will stir and rise
in endless ebbs and flows,
the azure of the sky
the roof of her world
when she dreams,
absorbed, fragile as china cups.

 

 

© 2012 Louise Hastings

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Wings Over Waters

I’d wanted to fly
right out of my life,
apprehend dawn
alone in the wind,
the stars and the sun –

with a belly full
of dammed up things,
life before rain,
before silence and space,
in waters still cold
at this time of day –

flowing fresh,
running with a twist,
steady and pouring away
like the eggshells I broke
playing with tempera
and fistfuls of memories
curled up in the womb.

Tick Tock
says the clock,
the spokes of the wheel
slow turning in sequence,
in glistening drops.
They cycle to the ground
where everything turns,
tangled and torn
in a summer of skies.

 

© 2012 Louise Hastings

Written for Visual Dare #15 with Angela Goff

Also linking to dVersepoets Open Link Night 🙂

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