[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
Roosting
A form of words,
a shape carved
from discarded silences,
taken from the untidy
piling of thought.
Used to make
these dark formations
taking to the still evening air
flying towards silhouetted trees,
and other brooding
darkly shadowed
undefined roosting places.
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