a stone in a river, 24

She’s making a racket:
sparrow youth, fledging
voice a rasp, feather against
any other straight-laced measure.

/ / /

/ / /

Such a strange percussion, long and soft. As if keening had been stripped of tone. (I’d never heard it before today. Cool!)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s