Monday, October 06, 2008

Little Raven or Thank you Mr Nash

Bruised but not broken,
my tender wings, so heavy.
I lift them slowly.
I raise them upwards,
to the sky,
and bow before the stars.

A casual moth flits past my eyes.
I cry as I watch its moonlit waving wings,
I leap,
into the scattered darkness
I fall,
I float,
I dive,
Alive.
I rise.

I fly.

3 comments:

steven.nash82 said...

I'm so touched and flattered by this. It finally proves there's been a point to my dross - if it genuinely helped you on any level I know it hasn't been a waste.

Love this bit "A casual moth flits past my eyes.
I cry as I watch its moonlit waving wings" (maybe cos i'm just big-headed lol)

This is gorgeous and it's great to have you back writing again.
Welcome home

Thank u x

hodgehedge said...

Aw this is so sweet I bet he was really made up with this. It's incredible to see two incredibly gifted people, writing so differently, but supporting eachothers work like this. I think you guys are kindreds, you write so differently but the themes seem intertwined you should release a pamphlet thing chapbook is that what they're called? together.
I am fast becomming the worlds biggest be the starlight to casual serpentine moths fan and geek. x

fallenangel66 said...

lovely xxx