Elisabeth (kissingdaylight) wrote,
Elisabeth
kissingdaylight

  • Mood:

April is National Poetry Month

So for the third (or is it fourth?) year in a row, I will be posting one poem every day. Don't worry non-poetry fans, all will be under a cut.

Bach, Winter
Bach must have known
how something flutters away
when you turn to face the face
you caught sideways in a mirror
in a hall at dusk
and how the smell of apples
in a bowl can stop the heart
from beating, for an instant,
between sink and stove
in the dead of winter when stars
of ice have spread
across the windows and everything
is perfectly still
until you catch the sound
of something lost and shy
beating its wings
against those darkening stars.
And then: music.
        —Jane Mead
Tags: poetry month
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 4 comments