needles scraping bone,
heel and sole.
sliding cold inside your boots
you bear the weight of all you love,
while inches underneath
the giant gods of other worlds relay
their shepherd songs.
empty aqua loneliness.
they disappear,
soaring softly into darkness and
sinking,
willing,
deeper than the sky is wide.
their dreams are of a solid state;
the breath that leaves their backs a
force of nature,
strong enough to rent the field on which you stand that now,
to us,
seems still as stone.
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Whalesongs: A Poem Collection
PoesiaOn the shores of the North Atlantic Ocean, the seasons are changing. This collection of poems written between 2011 and 2021 follows the transformation of nature and the soul as a movement from the dark depths of winter, through the fragile promise o...
