Saturday, March 18, 2017

My Stretch Of Sky

My stretch of sky
is clouds

dead dying

interstated

removed from the land
removed

from removal
we've been settled

let's feather at first light and fly
like arrows backward

into the bones
of old black fires

of life
and good death

when the night
still shattered

stars for kindling

and stories
were worth the burning.

For Brendan's prompt at Real Toads

17 comments:

blueoran said...

This one pierces the heart with nostalgia for those grand, gothic nights again. Great stuff MZ.

lilith said...

Love these:

"let's feather at first light and fly
like arrows backward

into the bones
of old black fires"

"when the night
still shattered

... and stories
were worth the burning"

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, wow. I am blown away, especially by the lines Lilith quoted. Spectacular, Kelli.

brudberg said...

Love how you paint with darkness. How else could you gaze at stars?

grapeling said...

you have the grasslands of vast stories rooted here, MZ: stories worth burning for miles ~

Kim Russell said...

Wow!I love those lines about firing arrows:

'into the bones
of old black fires

of life
and good death

when the night
still shattered

stars for kindling'.

and stories
were worth the burning.

kaykuala said...

when the night still shattered
stars for kindling and stories
were worth the burning

Love the spectacular word craft MZ!

Hank

Kerry O'Connor said...

Absolutely perfect, MZ. I love every detail - it is one to read many times, just to revel in the images you have created.

hedgewitch said...

Yes, good times,the best--though some might not see it, and we might not have known it at the time.

Fireblossom said...

go back, jack, do it again....

hyperCRYPTICal said...

A Wow from me too. A superb write of which to savour again and again and again.
Kind regards
Anna :o]

Sioux Roslawski said...

let's feather at first light and fly
like arrows backward

into the bones
of old black fires

of life
and good death

when the night
still shattered

stars for kindling

and stories
were worth the burning.

The last five lines--especially--make my mouth gape open. I'm awestruck.

paulscribbles said...

I hear a deep and rumbling call to the ancestors here. Beautiful.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Powerful stuff! So sad.

rhymeswithbug.com said...

stars for kindling - this poem sparks with inspiration

Susie Clevenger said...

So many stories could fit here. I grew up gothic. I lived dark stories.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Wonderfully primordial.