cold
starlings
beech gather their
cacophonies to the gates
copper
-leaved
golden
-throned.
Break bread for them,
bring water for them.
blue mountain, the
sleeping houses
a hot-house orchid
Mabel chases her ball
Beautyberries subsist,
|her peripheries stripped|
Wintering – a
drop of rain
blesses each white globe
benediction
for the tiny bird there
Break bread for them,
bring water for them.
Snowdrops,
cyclamens
low flowers cling
to the low sun
ii.
I left a winter-flowering almond
tree
Once—
her white breath
against a dull sky
Him—
Here, at the cross
road where five places meet
my flowers are resurrecting
their pinks. Baby’s breath,
in a tall blue jug belonging to Lily.
She listens to the sea, South of here.
Copyright Chris Murray 2022
Tag: notes for building a ghost-flower
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from “Violence” I am breathing. I am breathing lightly as, light as, shell— / breath as, moth— / breath as, bird— / breath moon’s faces a triptych sets Mars’ red against turquoise— a sister, (less 6) ~ serious now, it is— (a purple sonority pageant of silks, their faces— dive of bird cuts through watered silk finds its level (frozen) we are mouth -bound crystalline gold cold— a) woman walks into winter © C. Murray 2022First published belfield literary review, issue 2, spring 2022, Eds. Paul Perry and Niamh Campbell.
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