Tether

i.m. E.V.A Cowell

Some say grief is a lookout-tower,
a swinging cage rigged beside
the heart, battering
a plume of sail.

Some find an anchor, slipping its noose
and on the sand, unloosed –
a canary, a little sun
rising up.

From Every Little Sound. Reproduced with kind permission from Liverpool University Press.

 

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