In Voices Like Mine
by Rachel Rose Teferet
Rain, then the last
crickets and the cold
blooming in clouded air
all my mourning
draped, black featherwing
secret things I already knew
soft now, with first rain
the incense of damp earth
decaying leaves
washing over me;
descent into winterdark
moondark
to the places I already know
the lightless ones
under the over world
where my unborn children
mourn their unbecoming
and haunt, in voices like mine
Music / video composition by Victor D. Sandiego
Comments
By Victor Sandiego on Apr 06, 2018 23:15 (UTC)
By Theresa Huck on Apr 10, 2018 17:37 (UTC)
By Ronn Rosen on Apr 12, 2018 16:15 (UTC)
By N. Muma Alain on Apr 12, 2018 22:10 (UTC)
mourn their unbecoming
and haunt, in voices like mine."
Perfect. Just perfect.
Haven't read anything this perfect in a while.
By Carmela Yeseta on May 29, 2018 15:20 (UTC)