So this is my attempt to live out courage in writing. This poem is very much at an in-between stage, I haven't even begun to look at arranging the lines - visually, but feel free to suggest anything. I've changed everything so many times that I really don't know what exactly needs improvement. But I do feel sort of an unfinished, dissatisfaction with it..maybe it just tries too hard..any thoughts??
“Hush,”
sing the demons.
“Sleep close, soft dreams -
the winter moon’s rising,
a dead air drowns the night.
The time has come for dreaming.
Don’t wait; don’t cling
to beads and lose
the chance to see ahead.
Cover the Icons,
put out their lights -
close the way for them.
With bread and cream at table, smoke and sweat -
bodies tangled. Lie still while we
and the dead come calling
to dance along your palm in moonlight;
and sing tomorrow’s song.
