Thursday, 17 May 2012

A poem for Ascension Day


Ascending

To cast off weight, to hollow
out bones, to bend her
voice higher
reaching

she has strength enough for that

for pushing the feathers out
to force the unexpected notes
up through her throat

she is coming down
to what she has left

she is discovering sound -
body as flute

nothing
will hold her long
she could rise
as easily as dust

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful and strong words. Thanks Rachel.

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  2. oooo I love this poem Rachel x

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