I went to Corbeaulieu
to see Four happy horses
Passing great tracts of
freshly turned fields douched
in pesticides
When there on the horizon
I saw a women running
naked towards the sky
So I fastened my eyes
to the shape of a cloud
the horn of Africa
Then shutting one eye
I reached out
with my stuck on arm
and tried to take her
wanting to put her safely
into my breast pocket
warm from the heat
of a pumping heart
But I missed her
In the opening of that eye
amidst the lighted turf
of a sullen brown
where field met sky
and against the blazing blue
rotten uselessness of life
I thought I saw
a great black creature
could have been a crow
But it might have been a raven
lift her off
the broken land
and carry her up
into the bewildering dome
where clouds part like curtains
and the moon appears
as her very own head dress
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Fine Artist. Teaches art and English in prison and the UTC in France. Check out her website.
Beautiful Debbie, love it