Endless Walk

I found this poem in my archives. Written in 2014. Still one of my favourites. 

She took to the sky, like a bird.

Limbs of a heron,

angles and curves, wrapped in feathers.




I followed her red heels 

and spiky mood. 

A love leash, between us.

Lightning rod parasols, above.

Red heels and raven claws 

suspended, 

on a sky trapeze.




Her thoughts travelled down her heels, 

converged with the wire,

Offered sibilations, beyond translation.

Her intentions remained as enigmatic as her destination

but still I followed…




She was an exclamation in the sky;

a wordless statement.

Her ivory limbs, organic extensions 

from feathered joints.

Exotic.

A living art exhibit,

fashioned from raven plumage.




The sky embraced her glossy charm.

The lightning caught its reflection

in her electric limbs,

and spared her its wrath.

Even the rain parted around her curves,

as if she were a journeying cloud.




She possessed my feathered freedom

and even though I wasn’t a migratory bird

she compelled my raven claws 

to follow her red heels 

on an endless walk.