swan song

tell me now
how the world ends
now that morning has come
on broad-wings
measuring the sky with
the slow breath of feathers.

tell me
by the ancient light of stars
by the stardust that
became our bones
how this path ahead –
this real as mud earth tree path
never was for our walking
that we have lived all we can be –
that it is done now
over.

is there time still
for that rain
bundling the horizon
to touch my skin –
douse the summer heat
until i drip pool run
rivers to the sea

for what is this world
but our relationship
with the earth
made manifest

and what is broken
but our hearts –
our connectedness
to the earth
we are

and what is this end
but shedding a scarred skin
too long held

screaming our fear
into the abyss of our birth
as all we thought we were
falls around us

scaled and scabbed and
crusted with old blood –
it must all fall

so we may meet ourselves
first light of morning
bright skin learning a world
anew.


For Brendan at earthweal’s weekly challenge: THE SWAN

https://earthweal.com/2022/01/24/earthweal-weekly-challenge-the-swan/

15 thoughts on “swan song

  1. what is this world
    but our relationship
    with the earth
    made manifest

    and what is broken
    but our hearts –
    our connectedness
    to the earth
    we are

    That is the round, but how perfect and swimming it is in the swelter and beauty. The wings of this swan song are ours — bird, tree, light, love, paths, ends. Amen.

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  2. I hope we find ways to mend the brokenness. Regeneration is possible. I wrote about it in my poem this week. There is a lot of sadness in the world at present but there are still places and ways were we can act. I am sure your farm is one of them.

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    1. I absolutely agree with you – and am guessing i missed the mark with this poem somewhat as i had intended it to be question the everything is ending discourse rather than perpetuating it. Been having some internet issues this week but i am back online today and will be reading through all the Earthweal poems. hope you are keeping well and your book is coming together. xx

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      1. Yes, I struggled with this prompt and am tired of the negative ideas many people are expressing. I am going to pull back from blogging challenges for a bit and focus on finishing my book. I probably misunderstood your poem. Its been a strange week.

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  3. “is there time still
    for that rain
    bundling the horizon
    to touch my skin –”

    “Bundling the horizon”…I have to say, apart from anything else what I look for in a poem is that line that snags on my brain like sheep wool on a barbed wire fence and this is that line…great stuff…JIM

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