Asleep in this weightless cradle,
I dreamt of wolves and angels.
A thousand miles of sky couldn’t
Keep me from you,
Couldn’t keep parabolas of fire
From sloughing off my wings:
Holocaust dander to kiss your
Lonely mountain.
I’ll leave your love letters drifting:
Orbital effluvia
For all the world to read.
Comments
Apr 5 2009
"I dreamt of wolves and angels" I love how you paired such very different things.
Apr 5 2009
hmm.. i wouldn't have thought them different
Mar 24 2009
Heh. That phrase is actually the title of a Kiros song.
Apr 9 2009
An interesting idea put to poetry, though use of vocabulary seems to dampen the effectiveness here. Effluvia and parabola seem out of place to me, though I'm not sure what one would use to replace them.
There's also something odd with the phrase "From sloughing from". Perhaps if you were to alter it to "From sloughing off". It keeps the word 'from' from being repeated once too often.
Overall, a beautiful idea and powerful imagery used effectively.
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