Birds nest underground,
tapping Morse code
in the sewers,
scribbling out music
with icicles for pens.
The sky is heavy, quilted out of
steam. Eagles,
balancing on mountain tips,
bat at it with their wings
and try to keep it up right,
but it falls over their heads
and there are Eagle shaped holes
in the ozone.
A whirlwind of meteors
is drawn to the earth
like water to a drain.
The birds make helmets of feather
and bone.
Beautifully realized with your vivid imagery and I love those closing lines.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2014/02/21/love-loves-difficult-things/
They are a fierce species.
http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com
The last line nails it.
Oh, this is full of unusual stuff, in terms of images and textures. I like. 🙂 And these lines: “The sky is heavy, quilted out of/steam.” I have been trying to find endless ways to describe this sky and this of yours is a particularly touchable one, and i like it.
-Nicole