wounded

there’s a hole that gapes

in the cage of my chest 

like an unlatched door

made of derelict flesh

inviting of song birds

to lovingly perch

their melodies filling

my injury’s church

with arteries pinched

blue jays stake homes

beneath the feet of finches

on branches of bone

my body though wounded

became a safe haven

for a choir of ravens

to nest in abrasions

a. duncan, 2019

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Artwork:

Lisa Lach-Neilsen

Ana Novaes

Wokie Clark Fraser

‘A Physics of Desire’ Annah Sobelman

 

 

 

 

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

6 thoughts on “wounded

      1. good. thanks 🙂 very attractive versing too, arranging of words and rhyming. I grasp better now (it being morning 🙂 the beauty message — suffering, though painful, confers depth and kindness, letting things inhabit the space where they previously couldn’t. a pleasure to read your stuff. ❤

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