Feathers for the eagle height
but also pickings, platform stilts,
the elder laid for vulture beak,
to raise both prey and prayer light
into thermal vista scape.
The catcher, circle, cycle life,
clear space to blow the riff chaff through,
but geometric lacing too
that meaning scenes of dreams, peace, strife,
flit skein, the skin, cat’s cradle skim.
As old men dreams turn visions, young,
and maintain hope for tested, tried,
it may be campfire lore will tell
of who we were, when sighs were sung,
which then burn brightly, wind inspired.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church due to Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, including Poetry Potion.
His blog is at https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/