White Crane Thunder Feather Wing Flare

Wood bridge creaks under ancient forever’s –
a solitary shuffle of a single shadow.

Risen jade fist loses shape – cloaked
by a clatter of a thousand starlings.

White crane thunder feather wing flare breaks heaven –
empty bridge trails a thousand scatters.



Image found here: http://www.encore-editions.com/view-of-full-moon-from-the-scaffolding-beneath-a-bridge-with-city-on-the-left


About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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6 Responses to White Crane Thunder Feather Wing Flare

  1. simonhlilly says:

    Love the first sentence and how the sound and images tumble from there

  2. brian miller says:

    again, i love your textures…old wood bridges are evocative for me…i love to listen to them talk to me…

  3. Hudson Howl says:

    Stirring, chilling and dangerousily intriguing.

  4. lucychili says:

    lovely print and the poem feels as though there is more to see just out of frame.

  5. Alex Dissing says:

    Love the sibilance at the beginning. Sets the tone for a smooth piece.

  6. 1emeraldcity says:

    Another beauty…always a pleasure to read :))

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