A word in my poem at this month’s Visual Verse has somehow gone missing so here is the poem in its entirety.
Study in Black Grief-eye dark as the world's mirror fastened in a parcel of bones and velvet. Yesterday the air was winged and the field shuffled its grasses in the wind. Hooves tore up the shadows until the light became a voice. Today everything is a zoomed-in stillness where all life is black-rooted/ black-bloomed as one glossy sorrow.