Precarious Migratory Spectacular by Christine Murray

The stone weighting my palm
has sprung a cathedral,
heart jumps walking in the flesh of its surpassing grace,
groin-vaulted and high as.
No bird ever escaped to soar this
Seamless and.
There is no blood,
no feather,
no bone –
stone cannot make the bird.
© C. Murray


3 Replies to “Precarious Migratory Spectacular by Christine Murray”

  1. The subtle intracacies of rhythm in this poem are mind boggling. My guess is that C. Murray plays an instrument.

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