I Cast a Shadow

in lost hours dim rooms i silently mold my hands in front of bare bulbs project distorted shadow puppets against lonely walls movement slow inelegant a mourning dove pierced through the breast by melancholy's sharp sterling thorn beats its wings ragged against ribbed cage of blue unable to launch fly free © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray … Continue reading I Cast a Shadow

Wings

some days i am a newborn dove fragile wild-eyed innocent wet, delicate wings untested trembling heart beating rapidly as i teeter at the edge of the nest dangerously close to oblivion other days I am a dragon ancient patient jaded by humanity before me thick scales offering impenetrable protection of guarded soul fire rumbling deep … Continue reading Wings

Wings

some days i am new-born dove fragile wild-eyed unprepared wet, delicate wings untested trembling heart beating rapidly as i teeter at the edge of the nest dangerously close to oblivion other days I am dragon ancient patient jaded by the humanity before me thick scales offering impenetrable protection of guarded soul fire rumbling in my … Continue reading Wings

Wings

some days i am new-born dove fragile wild eyed unprepared wet, delicate wings untested trembling heart beating rapidly as i teeter at the edge of the nest dangerously close to oblivion   other days I am dragon ancient patient jaded by the humanity before me thick scales offering impenetrable protection of guarded soul fire rumbling … Continue reading Wings