stonepoem : 365

Skyward,
mouthing Swinetown wind -
raking moon above grey veins,
rattling battle pennant bones
above a once proud clan.
Like airborne spires -
these aspirations
held aloft but not
in vain,
like spines of hope
knowing that they can.
This glowing beast
it will tell, it will show.
Display the mysteries
all should know.
Brothers and sisters!
Imagine a luminous horse
tethered high above the land
I call on you,
support this
plan.

Apparently
you instinctively know
the right decision
ten minutes before
you actually make it.
What you were doing
ten minutes ago,
what was on your mind -
all becomes inevitable
like a twisting leaf
waiting to land.
You were
wondering weren’t you
and now,
you read poetry.
The answer,
is still
no.