magpie tales, Poetry

revolution

magpie tales no 56

there’s a hunger even now
long after the hours have lapsed
still the shifting stars, closed eye clairvoyant
the terra firma beneath trembles
emitting an innuendo

back here i cook at dawn
plotting menus, stirring pots
this farm embraces the foreign

hyphenated herbs sprout and flower
along the quiet solitary content
two shoeless feet feel
the morning dew, wet the
wild fields of a confessing confidence

during the daylight, digging
deep, the desire to deny
steadily steals every single sigh

and the earth elucidates
wearing another world
heaping a heavenly harvest
quenches the rumbling
serves a sunlight serenade

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9 thoughts on “revolution

  1. no one does alliteration and onomatopoeia quite like you Ms Pie.

    nice piece. melancholy.

    “the desire to deny
    steadily steals every single sigh”

    i definitely don’t like these sentiments…but, they are necessary sometimes.

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