Friday, April 24, 2009

Canticle of Cantilever

Soaring in planes
in flights of fancy,
connected to heels
of brevity hounds...

Reaching for clouds
in angel stirrups,
the braying
knows no bounds.

 A treacle tart
to please the palette
in sing song 
rhyme she sings.

Serpentine chance,
she holds no malice
for the fortuitous
tide she brings.

Steeling in solace
as buttresses fly
upon teared
butterfly wings.

The lonely hearts open
in spite of the mortar,
as destiny's child she swings.

1 comment:

  1. lonely hearts need to open despite the mortars..lovely piece