Thursday, July 8, 2010

Creel

Creel


Sun hardens the clay
forming a path
like our bodies grow
under a sky of beheadings.
I pulled these roots
for your creel.
You perspire dew
attracting bees and lizards
to the edge of your hair,
they make gifts
of honey and wisdom,
we consume ourselves.

--John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. His chapbooks, Prominences and Sinking of the Cloth appeared from Flutter Press and Set Apart Before the World Was Made appeared from Calliope Nerve Media. Full of Crow published his ebook, The Feathered Masks and a forthcoming chapbook, Burnt Palmistry.

1 comment:

Lynn Alexander said...

I love this piece by John, I swear I am his biggest fan. Glad I caught this before leaving on my trip!