The Children’s Friend (1886) from antefixus21
At the moment of collapse,
startled by the shaking ground,
as worlds spiral off,
what rises to replace them?
Curled there, among the wreckage –
to what gods will you pray?
And what of the forgotten marshes,
gold-rimmed flowers battered by black birds?
What do your quick eyes say in the tiny space between heartbeats?
Her Two Cents
black birds
spiral among the wreckage
startled by the collapse
battered shaking ground
quick eyes
tiny heartbeats
Curled there by
the space in between
forgotten marshes
And gold-rimmed flowers
the moment rises
gods replace your worlds
what will you pray?
What to say to them?
what? what?
