narcissus and stalk the open ring – compose Journal


not step twice into, not
step back from stream.
its nets are storm blackened,

narcissus’ flower is a cut out. 
it has shut in cold,
skeining back into his bud

echo and,

he skeins back his thread
the blind buds are always.

back then.

back then,

from the black river nets.

stalk the open ring

stalk the open ring,
this waystation.

others speak him out of chrysalis,
it is voice brings us alive.

it is an unearthing of voice,
brings us alive.

his hands bound by feathers,
red wings, a difficult birthing.

Copyright 2017 Chris Murray
Online URL Compose Journal,  Spring 2017

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