you are the needle within the crown you are the sharp hair in a coating hoar frost you are a beak’s beaten sawdust on the floor you are the pine’s pollen cast on a spring wind you are the robin egg held safe in a nest you are a shadow cool on sweat dripping day…
caged
the parabolic light caught by its tail palms surrender to black fire shaded sculptures a caged sun kiss. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Four: I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of…