Feathers and dust


'I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way

with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,'

she wore feathers.
she said it brought her luck. and money.
whichever came first.
'Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.'

6 comments:

Hari Potter said...

What a catch! Well, you know what they say about birds of a feather. I like the first one bestest.

sophie* said...

Water runs on feathers.
Secrets they keep,
are deeper than the sea.

Dhruv Ramnath said...

Yo macha this is real good stuff :)

vatsala said...

alright, a relevant question,not me, but my neighbor asks where do you come across these people ?

Shutterfly said...

she was with a troupe of rope walkers in the local market here russel market.
wearing a feathered dress banging on a plate while her sister (I assume) walked on a rope.
:) a catch indeed

swamy said...

i once witnessed a feathered little girl close to my home, the act just gave me nightmares for days, not the whole exploitation of young girl, but the black feathers, all moving by itself really looked frigthening at first before i realised there was a little girl inside it. I just could get the whole scene out of my head. Your pic just takes a little weight off my mind, but do you have any idea about the symbolism etc behind it,if any?