Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Writer


The green eyed sky opens wide parting the grey mumbling clouds,
rays spray the damp field,
drums force his head into his palm,
sinking, sinking…
(croon something silently)

A jolting shiver rides his leg on hooves,
his knees weep and mourn the cold,
dearth warmth as slumber assails the eye,
pallid letters drip off his pages,
the dots deviate from his lines,
hallow words escape his teeth,
his heart dodders in the air,
feathers curl off its back as it ascends,
clashing, clashing…
(frightened shadows form)

He lunges forward grasping at its heels,
but the storm, the eye, the life, the fear,
barriers blocking his tips,
showers fall,
filling inside,
staring as the green eye swallows it whole.