“tween the land and the skies”

birds-on-the-wire

Copyright 2016 Sasha A. Palmer

‘twas a million places
a million cries
and a million winters
ago
in some ex-ballerina’s
apartment with eyes
in a city bewildered
by snow

‘twas the time that was perched
tween the land and the skies
in a basket of wonder
and willow
tween the yesterday’s hurts
and tomorrow’s goodbyes
rose petals of dawn
on the pillow

‘twas the world that was simple
it spelled you and I
in the hand of a happy
beginner
we would dance on the ceiling
(I don’t recall why)
and upset so the ex-
ballerina

when we left in a hurry
forgetting to pack
our mem’ries
she roused her ire
she arranged our wings
in a neat sky-high stack
pirouetted
and set them on fire

 

©2013 Sasha A. Palmer (aka The Happy Amateur)

Written back in February 2013 in response to Poetics: Leonard Cohen and Place.

 

 

Missed

 

MISSED

The hot July noonday 
Was pregnant with storm 
She moved like a doe 
And he watched her lean form
Shine through the thin curtain
Of her simple white dress
And he wanted to lift it
And to kiss her small breasts
But she said, ‘No love don’t —
They’ll find us you’ll see
They’ll trace us and chase us
And they’ll kill you and me’
Her petal lips trembled
And he bowed his head
Yes he wanted to kiss her
But he listened instead
And they moved through the forest
And the air stood still
And the hunters went home
With their day’s kill.

 

Sasha A. Palmer

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