Friday, January 29, 2010

The Skins of a Thousand Fields


Painting by Michael Parkes


the skins of a thousand fields


water of truth
a hard fall
of light

drowning
to pierce
a wild

beauty
bitter
blind

closer to
empty
stars

her hair
inside
nests

combs
& hands
tendrils of

voices blessing
birds weaving air
above her red garden

do you remember her laugh
the bones breathing the hours
of late stumbles the last clouds

thrown the skins of
a thousand fields
resting here in

her wings
slipping folds
lapping lapping


Richard Lance Williams

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