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
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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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