Through my frosted kitchen window
I watch the sky bleed cardinals
onto leafless limbs and marvel
how crimson feathers exorcise gloom
from the emaciated breast of winter’s coven.
Standing on the threshold of spell and curse
I am a solitary audience to a painting
which at any moment will disappear
in a startled flurry of wings.
©Susie Clevenger 2018
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This makes me think of someone cutting herself.
onto leafless limbs
What an image!!! Makes me envious, and grateful to have the opportunity to read your fine work.
I should adopt these lines, Susie a "solitary audience to a painting which are any moment will disappea." First, coming back from the Houston Medical center there was the most beautiful sunset I've seen in a long time. The Ch 11 weatherman at ten even marveled. Second thought, when you see a rainbow, you are the only one seeing that rainbow. Others will also see one, but it will not be the one made for you. True.
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Love, love this bit: "how crimson feathers exorcise gloom/from the emaciated breast of winter’s coven."