To Roam A Mountain With Wings On Her Back - Poem by Winter Cerreenean
Her eyes trace the black outline of the mountains
She breathes uneasily
Like a bird, adapting to clipped wings
As if she expects masses of golden feathers to sprout from her shoulder blades
And carry her over those black mountains
And then where would she go?
To a fading hand print on a window?
To a fire timidly licking up the last of the wood?
And once she's there, will she inser herself into the broken shards of
So that one day, a man
of no particular importance
Could stumble into her eyes
Into the two shining shadows that desperately watch the unmoving mountains
Would they become acquainted?
She ruined by others ruins
And then one night, would the stars call to her?
Would they whisper white hot compliments that burnt her skin?
She would surely leave the man for the stars that beckon from an ocean of time lost
Again and again her eyes pace the switchbacks and trails
Does she wish to wander them?
To become part of their stark
Would she loser herself to a mountain?
A purple, black, purple mountain against dead yellow stubble and water-blue sky
And at the top of her mountain,
Would she lie awake, listening?
The land breathes smoke, rain, snow through her body
She will lie awake
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