dimarts, 19 d’abril de 2016

polar birds

polar     birds


nothing was really a cruel ...

wandering albatrosses looked at me
hum along
"Scarborought  Fair"

but I was not looking to Batman
and I never found Uriel
only the glacial pulsion
arms in cross of the crazy harlequin
who stole
Sarah Guyard-Guillot  wings

patrolling ...
a cliff
wounded by light

no crime under the pillow
overshadowing the skylight:

compassion was not a toxic substance ...

and only in the unlikely territory
of the Polar Bird

withered lightning
the wave boreal

-© carmina ral 2016 (Ophelia riu)

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