weathering the bones

In the summer edition of hedgerow (#128)

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weathering the bones of silence stone chapel bell
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stone chapel moss

dead-eye

Published in Bones #17

dead-eye flooding the overhang with pikewater

pike

the code that makes a sparrow miniature screwdriver

sparrow_house_m1

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gull cry
the weight
of blue

seagull-in-blue-sky

Slowly, I come to.

First fingers. Then arms, legs and toes.

From somewhere a torso appears, topped by a head.

The pain takes a little longer to arrive. But when it does
the body is gathered in a cocoon of ringing muscles and
tightening skin.

Eyelids flicker. Hands reach for water to wet a dry mouth.

The sun continues to rise.
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moth trap
I beat my wings
into the void
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(Bleached Butterfly #1)

This poem is dedicated to my friend, Nick Diggins, who died earlier this year.

first news
of a friend’s death
blackthorn blossom

Blackthorn-flowers