thoughts write
the words pages cannot catch
utterance blows them upward
to the long molten syllable of forever
and their wings would wind back tomorrow
were it sky or scant cloud
shape it from dust-rendered mounds
turn it silent
This poem was used to illustrate Word Formation (2012) and made up using every third word (nearly) in that poem.
Created for the illustration in the first instance, but it bugged me all through 2020. I rewrote it and redrew the image (which, by the way, is a figure on Melvaig beach on a rare day of sea-haar).
utterance blows them upward
to the long molten syllable of forever
and their wings would wind back tomorrow
were it sky or scant cloud
shape it from dust-rendered mounds
turn it silent
© BH, 2020/2021
This poem was used to illustrate Word Formation (2012) and made up using every third word (nearly) in that poem.
Created for the illustration in the first instance, but it bugged me all through 2020. I rewrote it and redrew the image (which, by the way, is a figure on Melvaig beach on a rare day of sea-haar).
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