Thursday, May 6, 2010

Five Silences

When silence enters the body of the child
He speaks
And the crippled ghost dances

The beginning of time
Was a feather falling silently
Landing in the fierce river of a woman's hair

I empty my pockets
My pockets are empty
I am silent and I will die this way

My heart is a sleeping baby
My wish a dragonfly
Blooming on my silent tongue

Sweet woman, dip me
Into the silent boughs
Into the white swamp of your kiss


(c)Eddie Dowe
published in Skipping Stones 2005
and in Ripples

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