“Villanelle to Cold Psalms” and other poems by Jane Burn

“Villanelle to Cold Psalms” and other poems by Jane Burn

Villanelle to Cold Psalms Here among the gloam owls, their cry of cold psalms I am treetops, bearing a crown of night. The dark is born. I imagine the death I would make in the strange of your arms, shiver beneath the void of stars, sing the charm of moths. Wish them against my neck. [...]