Flock of Starlings
When I Come Down
When I come down, I land like youthful Saul,
who prophesied among the Sons of Prophets,
and did not then care for the price of cloth,
nor for the enticements of peace, and
still less the busy-ness of wars!
When I come down, I subterfuge hunting
eyes, and break Nets like a mighty ocean fish!
Leviathan balanced between the worlds:
returning and returning not…
not bound by air, unchained the deep!
When I come down, the opened snare of death
is set to dye earth’s green robe with my blood red;
I escape to the unmapped, roadless sky:
a flock of starlings’ swarming mind-
to dwell in freedom passerine!
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4 comments:
The refrain When I come down is cadent and powerful. Then to rise like the starlings (I've seen them in their ribboned flocking, so very wow), in freedom passerine . . . this is beautiful. I had to look up passerine, and it's great. The ability to perch, and simultaneously, to fly. This is what I want: to be like a bird, coming down, and flying up, in balance.
Thank you, Ruth. Reading your comments give me a flush of victory...
Beautiful!
You have a new follower :)
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OK, enigmatic girl,
ambiguous embroidery,
shadows of black-work
laid with star-silver.
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