at my back I always hear

Prompt: Setting: On the river by Rabia Gale. Who Me? Out of Prompts?

I gratefully acknowledge the author of this title, Andrew Marvell, in his much-beloved poem, “To His Coy Mistress.”


Liana Mir

Liana Mir reads, writes, and wrangles the muses from her mundane home in the Colorado Rockies and, occasionally, from the other side of the Barrier.

at my back I always hear

bound by spheres of glass // as the songbirds sing // they growing ever younger


Lyric
Poem

as the river breathes

the stars run down from heaven
lights burn out on candles
candles flee the night

and as the river breathes

the children lose their laughter
in endless streams of sand
bound by spheres of glass

as the songbirds sing

they growing ever younger
beat their useless pinions
against the water’s beams

and the river breathes

in the flightless songbirds
in the new grown children
out the new born land

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Lyric

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