Monday 5 January 2015

And fly a kite on your wounds

...Love...
 will come to you, 
I am sure of that
and fly a kite on your wounds 
to which you will curl the final tear
around your finger.
38/365 
Open your arms 
and hold your love
as if it were the last branch
reaching out from the side
 of a giant mountain 
and you've been falling 
your whole life.
It will come to you
in the same way it left you,
unexpected
with your shivering heart 
throwing itself to the lightning 
blind 
thunderous 
and mad."



An extract from Anthony's Anaxagorou poem "It will come to you".
You can listen to Anthony reading this poem here:


A poem that takes my breath away
and gives me something lighter back


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