That Slays The Heart

bring me word I said to the deaf
or I said to the winds that didn't come back
what now

I asked in the worst part of the fairy tale
when things are not to scale
bring me a feather from the golden bird

for I am bereft
with no wings left
let me build them feather by feather this time

and in the worst weather

however long the task
in an inhospitable clime
so that I myself may ask in person

what no living soul will tell me from afar

and break the spell
and break the spell
of the radio silence

I know so well
shattered from relay to relay;
that slays the heart

mary angela douglas 18 october 2017

and the show and tell.

mary angela douglas 18 october 2017