One for the Blackbird

Tamara Jern
Cold finger across
warm lips curved in an "o".
She sings a song for ghostly
companions at her table round:

One for the blackbird
(needle flashes, piercing leather
attached and untanned)

Two for the crow
(stained thread follows
its metal steed, over and under)

One for the cutworm
(string pulled taut
across the jagged opening)

and one to grow
(knotted ending
to a vermillion beginning).

Published by Tamara Jern

I'm a geeky mom of one spirited child and wife to a gamer husband. Writing has been something that I've been doing on and off for around half my life and its always something that's cathartic, emotional, an...  View profile

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