Friday, August 08, 2008

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.

This is a jigsaw poem. Another will be posted tommorow. If you want to take part in our challenge, send me your poem at poetswhoblog@yahoo.com or leave me a link to it in the comments.

3 comments:

Nathan said...

This is beautiful -- such great phrases like "trembling timber of trapped wings."

PWB Manager said...

I adore the delicateness of this poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.

The Mad Celt said...

I like it.