Tuesday 11 October 2016

Christine Murray: bind



if there are birds here
then they are of stone
draught of birds / flesh bone wing
claw in grass
rilled etch gathers to her nets
dust and fire / tree-step (again)
bird claw impinge and lift.
surely light would retain in
silica’s cast or flaw?


Published 2012. The bird lifts itself out of stone; but the poem resists conclusion or conviction.

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