A Parliament Of Owls

Trust in me, like a Church
I provide sanctuary
Apothecary mix
Frankincense and
Dirty kneeling cushions with
Stone buttresses and
Wooden crosses
And dusty prayer book scents
So, warm under my wing
Take the food that I bring
As I sing of my father
And you gaze on him
But twist your sight
One eighty degrees
And cast your
Piercing eyes to me

March 2009 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on April 6, 2009.

One Response to “A Parliament Of Owls”

  1. Great poem. Lovely, a might chilling.

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