Radiant With Lightning

I stand with shoulders bent

Toes curled over slate

Fingers grasping

Fallen feathers.

Above me the sky

Thunders

Anger splitting every cloud

Into sparkling fragments

And I curve my lips

Whistle to the first

Flecks of snow.

They fall in my eyes,

Melt.

My gaze slips to the ground

And my whistle fades

In my mouth.

The sky rumbles again

The wind chasing me

Away from the edge,

It whispers me to

Come home.

I watch the birds

Take flight

And I open my mouth

Once more.

I sing to them,

Flex the feathers in my palm

And

 

Leap

 

Into a sky

Radiant with lightning.

Reviews

[EMP]

this is amazing! i don't know how to say what i want to say about it... it's like you have made the poem so subtle, like what's going on in it is sort of hidden but quite obvious if you get me. i doubt you do. because i don't. AH WELL
fantabulouso miss mason.