every at thin
scrim width pale
carving night
into shadow
and moonlight
each wingbeat
of heart
rattlebone clacks
stone rumble taps
fingers at posts
point candled
for windowed
callers
carving night
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every at thin
scrim width pale
carving night
into shadow
and moonlight
each wingbeat
of heart
rattlebone clacks
stone rumble taps
fingers at posts
point candled
for windowed
callers
share:
2 responses to “carving night”
Excellent. I love how the first stanza creates this dreamlike night. And the ending, “point candled /
for windowed / callers” Seems like an invitation to this dreamlike world. For those who can find it.
Thank you Bob. 🙂