We Sit Beneath the Woody Sky

30 Jan

by Sarah Martin

We sit beneath the woody sky
Watching the light slowly fade
Golden threads
Drift toward the night
My brother stands
Sharing whispers of
Moving mountains
That he can’t shift
Dusty flames dance
Before us
And we spin blue bottles
Sending shards of darkness
Into the winters breath
And flickers of light into our
Shivering hearts
We wait for the cracks to open
And the first cleansing
To wash
Away the lingering dream

 

Sarah Martin is 32 years old and lives in Melbourne Australia.  She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa at age 16.  Since that time, she has been on a journey of light and dark.  The one thing that has become clear over the past few years is Sarah’s passion and joy in poetry and exploring her world through words.

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