sheena blackhall

Freshman - 848 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Storm Nursery - Poem by sheena blackhall

Two siblings, we enter the cable car
Not sitting close together

The car is a blown egg shell
Rising up from the car park
A thin screech

The great Alp yawns below
We are wingless birds
In a troubled glass pod,
A frail and tilting cradle
We hang from a slim thread

Ignoring the warning
‘Do not rock the car’
My brother does so

This is the storm nursery
For the heirs of Icarus

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 30, 2010


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