these steel cut shores
carved in black sand
whisper hush of tides
and heavy of storms.
'black rain comes.'
more slight than whisper,
more ragged than thorn.
hand grasps of hand,
lingers as wraiths
for which are known.
these steel cut shores
carved in black sand
whisper hush of tides
and heavy of storms.
'black rain comes.'
more slight than whisper,
more ragged than thorn.
hand grasps of hand,
lingers as wraiths
for which are known.
7 responses to “shards, iv”
The two lines starting with “more than” are so haunting.
Thank you Bridgette 🙏
No matter how tightly you hold on, the black rain will find you.
Great piece, Michael.
I think there is a little storm cloud that follows me around and around wherever I might roam.
Not necessarily a bad thing, though…
Does put off the folks down at the laundromat a bit.
“Oh bother! We just took these out of the dryer, now I’ll have to get more coins to run them again.”
🤣