SMOULDER

EMBERS LIE GASPING

IN THEIR BEDS

SMOTHERED BY DRY SNOW

AS THEIR LUNGS GO BLACK

THEIR BREATHS GHOST

HOT AND PALE

ALONG THEIR BODIES

AS THEIR GREY SOULS

CLAW SKYWARD

© christine DINGLEY 2013

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cave paintings

Blue blood spills
from the eye of a needle,
leaving oil-slick stains
in the cracks of my palms.

Here I tattoo my sagas
on tree flesh —

Here I scorch my names
into stones —

Here I stitch my songs
into streams —

Here my echoes last
a heartbeat longer
than I.

© christine DINGLEY 2013