Wings – #openlinknight – Week 63

Posted on | September 25, 2012 | 10 Comments

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I heard a song and thought
this must come from heaven
it was so sweet
the angels let loose
those heavenly dogs
their feathers like knives of bronze
draw lines gentle on my skin
holy signs brailled and braised
inked with blood.

A sanctified night bristled
with sleeping crows
only the owls wondering who
I knew with the knowledge
that escapes the words
rising angel-winged steps bore me up
sounding carillon bells cleaved
the roughened air
up that celestial stair
their cool regard shivered me.

I climbed right back into the world
the same night beating
itself on the ground
looking a little ragged
from the wear and tear
still, the sweet song stayed me
the angels quietly arrayed.

One moved to me
like a wind moves a storm
and O God, she was beautiful
they all were, of course, like a uniform
but the eyes, her gaze speared me,
the glow within the skin enticed
and dangled by that hook
everything was crowded out
there was nothing like that
the frequency is too high.

I felt her hands
the soft sharp hands
gripped me like a pen
writ me back onto the world
the wisdom seeping in
I could not say
what she spoke with her eyes
but I knew it.

The light arose
the night dispelled
and all the crows made a black clatter
against the sky.

As the owls slept unanswered,
weeping, so did I.

 

21-09-2012 – copyright 2012 Bauke Kamstra

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10 Responses to “Wings – #openlinknight – Week 63”

  1. Kathleen
    September 26th, 2012 @ 12:41 am

    Hauntingly beautiful – and I love how it comes back to the owls. Just a wonderful poem! K

  2. brian miller
    September 26th, 2012 @ 2:30 am

    nice…i like…some pretty cool and surreal imagery…the uniform with eyes woman, her sharp hands and writing you back in…those were really cool parts…and the owl as well…glad you brought it back in the end too…

  3. Beth Winter
    September 27th, 2012 @ 12:54 am

    I listen to the owls long into the night, sense the angels in the night breeze, how they dip their toes into the stream, the splashing mistaken for rocks.

    Beautiful poem.

  4. Michael
    September 27th, 2012 @ 5:47 am

    Remarkable motive, you paint the details with a transparent sense of sentiment that transports the reader to the realm of the meaning.

  5. Bon Voyeur
    September 28th, 2012 @ 3:59 am

    Incredibly beautiful and emotive. I wish I had the words to thank you appropriately for the amazing gift of your writing.

    Your thoughts are precious.

    xBV

  6. beezknez
    September 30th, 2012 @ 12:47 pm

    oh my goodness this is just beautiful and truly your words bring tears to my eyes especially the ending oh .. visually so strong love this b 😉

  7. Jannie Funster
    October 2nd, 2012 @ 10:48 pm

    Okay, who wrote this?? You must be in a lagoon studio amidst autumn’s echoes and the type-writer clatter of angels’ chisels sculpting braised braille upon the bark of acorns still sleeping.

    And the owls, the stars and crows hum the tune in the roughened sweet air.

  8. Wyrde
    October 10th, 2012 @ 4:58 pm

    Yes, I am…

  9. Katie
    July 19th, 2013 @ 1:57 am

    I liked this!! Very nice!! Especially the lines: I could not say
    what she spoke with her eyes
    but I knew it.

    🙂

  10. Wyrde
    November 12th, 2013 @ 2:49 pm

    Again, thank you Katie. : )

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