Scarlett Irvine Poems

There is a field that falls with dew
And tiny mice hurry round,
Bearing pitchers like silver slippers
Tirelessly helping these puddles along,
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Tell me, did the lightning crack the sky?
Or did it straighten into ribs
Could be freedom or the silent cage
Could be trouble in Alcatraz
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Die stare at me
They eye, a black bead
Olive green, reptilian peridot
Fore Mars, he matted blood
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I am beautiful
I am courage
My skin is snow
Hair washed from the war
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My world is unraveling
I don't know what to do
My heart is scavenging
For just one ounce of you
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I looked up to you
And as broken to know you as being strangers
The serpent has taken her own tail
And the ocean to crush the machine
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Haunted, the phantom bird that walks on land
Cursed is the one that doesn't heed the silhouette
The shadow of the drooping ferns
The night we feared, fainted drum
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On a one-way to the west coast
Fifteen hundred miles to go
I thought to pull to the side of this deserted road
And walk till the glare of chrome was not so bright
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Crying Hawk
Stumbling, before the sun
Never again the wind to lift his hair
Nor the twirling of feathers
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