Sweet Taste of Time



the wings were twisted

delicate and fine as

your silver hair



locked in amber

carefree

untouched by time’s passing



will you decant this for me

chase the meaning of the words

shout the words aloud



oh taste the ambered wonder

feel the trembling timber of trapped wings

while we drink of time’s sweet honey



By Pamela Olson from Amputated Moon

Thanks, Pam, for taking part in the Jigsaw Poem Challenge.