Tuesday, August 29, 2017

She

I am taking a poetry class this semester. Here is my first poem (for the class), before any edits.
Drawing by Lissa Fulton



She


She descends
Like a bird of prey
I know her
Unknowable name
She comes now
To fill me with clay
She tells me
Not to speak again

She comes now
To fill up my breast
I know her
Unknowable name
She flies now
Off to her cold nest
She watches
Till we meet again





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