Precarious Migratory Spectacular by Christine Murray

A poem from my first collection ‘Cycles (Lapwing Publications, 2013)

Poethead

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
high-up,
Seamless and.
 
There is no blood
no feather
no bone,
 
stone cannot make the bird.
 
© C. Murray

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