Today I climb with crows,
their silhouettes flickering
in sunlight like16mm movies.
I rise to where gypsy clocks
reign – where regret’s stitched
coffin rests, to when we parted;
when love, pain, and evil danced —
to your lithe, lifeless form, now mist
glissades as you kiss the rocks;
your right broken femur a macabre
shillelagh my weariness rests upon
as I walk these undone trails.
Shay is the host of Shay’s Word Garden Word List. Shay says:
Today our list is taken from the poems of Joan Colby, and specifically from her collection Joyriding to Nightfall.
What we do here is simple: use at least 3 of the 20 words on the list in a poem of any length or style. Then link up and visit others. The prompt stays “live” through Friday.