Avignon

Out of the Bend

I took what was left within
of the things that were us
to where the river slowly
curses the incursion of willows
and out of that foreign discourse
some meaning fell a sound not speech
like the way fingers float over an ear
the slightest scrabble
writing of the once familiar
in tones of departure

Out Of The Bend

In The Shop Across From The Inverloch Library

16 Or 75, 46xY

Two handed draw

I had thought
like a bird falling from a nest,
undressed as a heart
beating within my palm,
to have outlived usefulness

instead with both arms lifting
because I had no choice,
that frantic beak signing
in all the shredded shorthand,
ever lost to this binary world

placed the wingless thing
into the silky oak’s airy cradle,
then sat cross legged and whistled
a feathery version of In My life,
waiting for new down to form

First published in Somnia.blue editor C.S. Hughes
Image by Christian Schloe Digital Artist ' Belladonna '

James Walton