Late spring. Early morning.
Horseflies in my dream,
dissonant church bells, legless pigeons
I wake to the light’s sharp angle
that cuts this day open.
A breeze stretches its wrap
Lying here, dawn is brief
like a banner slowly raised
then dropped abruptly
Rising from bed
I slump
a prisoner waiting for a beating
The chilled air, a sword
stuck into my skin
Through the blinds
a snap of sun
my eyes rollback
colors pop
I stand barefoot
and become the sum
of a legless pigeon
a horsefly’s faint buzz
dissonant bells
I think of my dream
how it called me
inward
closer to the core
a caravan of pine coffins
lined up in the streets
a future template
Suddenly, church bells,
a fly dead on the sill,
a mournful pigeon’s coo.
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from my sixth book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2015
all rights reserved
"Horseflies Pigeons Coffins"
was first published in 'Secrets and Dreams Anthology'
(Kind Of A Hurricane Press)
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
Late spring. Early morning.
Horseflies in my dream,
dissonant church bells, legless pigeons
I wake to the light’s sharp angle
that cuts this day open.
A breeze stretches its wrap
Lying here, dawn is brief
like a banner slowly raised
then dropped abruptly
Rising from bed
I slump
a prisoner waiting for a beating
The chilled air, a sword
stuck into my skin
Through the blinds
a snap of sun
my eyes rollback
colors pop
I stand barefoot
and become the sum
of a legless pigeon
a horsefly’s faint buzz
dissonant bells
I think of my dream
how it called me
inward
closer to the core
a caravan of pine coffins
lined up in the streets
a future template
Suddenly, church bells,
a fly dead on the sill,
a mournful pigeon’s coo.
--------------------------------------------
from my sixth book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2015
all rights reserved
"Horseflies Pigeons Coffins"
was first published in 'Secrets and Dreams Anthology'
(Kind Of A Hurricane Press)
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