Barn Owls
White clouds shuffling
The pointed branches of the snow gums outreaching
Like bony, arthritic fingers
Knuckles hollow and swollen
Kneading at the copper sky
In the grimace of twilight
The thought started like a fire fly
Lighting up the dark
Sticking the glint right to my eyes
Departing whites of my knuckles
I could not see my hands
As the moon rose forlorn
Barn owls howled a darkened warning
Forgiveness
No Forgiveness
Forgiveness
In the twilight a fire lay smouldering
Growling and hissing
Re-birthing and fanning
The smoke rising into black
Mangled hands from broken glass
Shattered cracks through firing ash
As the moon rose forlorn
Barn owls howled a darkened warning
Forgiveness
No Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
No Forgiveness
Forgiveness
The sound of her shoes dragged and pushed the chalky gravel
She heaved around remembrance
As if it was needed
As the moon rose forlorn
Barn owls howled a darkened warning
No Forgiveness
Words by Tylea Copyright 2017