In a mood
sore-footing her way
along the uneven shore
certain to find death
and she did: a headless
magpie, belly up,
with salt-stiffened feathers
maggots scatter
from the belly as
incomprehensible runes
***
I’m a participant in this month’s Month of Poetry project/challenge. I haven’t been writing as much as I’d hoped, although I am a little better today and wanted to post my offering from a few days ago, which is more a collection of phrases I wrote while we were at the beach last month than a true poem (as yet). It’s been good to challenge myself in this way – contributes, really, to my new blogging mantra.
