Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Flown

Empty timbered cradles
float in the sky
like ruinous piles
exposed on a crag high

above the reach
of earthbound danger
now stripped of all fa├žade
no hint of comfort or cover

an arbour of skeletal fingers
twisted and twitching
in brittle ebullience
threatens to send all crashing

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