Precarious Migratory Spectacular by Christine Murray

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


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

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