Saturday, April 27, 2013

To Rise




The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton








            — Inspired by "Soul Plexus", a painting by Vladimir Kush



Beneath this slow surface lies a suspicion of wings 
that haunts each awakening, kept secret 
within these folds of furrowed skin - 

our ribs curled in remembrance, thrumming hearts deny 
the direness of gravity as we long to rise, to rise -

volcanic songs erupting from our swirled depths, 
an ascent from beyond perception of precipices aching, 
arching in the distance under our swiftly-forgotten feet.

Beguiled, we drift into a dawning realization,
cast away from quiet shells,
shedding once-precious perjuries of fragile flesh...