Duende

Something like Lorca.

Carry the wings
of my soul
in sorrow.

Lay past the trees
& give back to the palm.
The oil scent never seemed
more resilient.

Cherries lined & held
close to the heart
of the women of the shadow.

(Carry the wings
of my soul
in sorrow.)

Liquid silver
spattered & staining
the very air
we cut.

Children speak the names
of the stars
in unholy tongue.

Carry the wings
of my soul
in sorrow.

Reviews

[wolfshrew]

children speaking in unholy tongues was my favorite part.
i enjoyed it

[Nae Nae]

Fantasy and yet so real at the same time? Captivating in a very mysterious way, not at all like any other poem that I've read before (and I've read a lot of poetry.) Great job and thank you for posting.

Nae-Nae ...

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I like it.
Great Job