Under the Eager Eye of Ra
A mantle of mist this morning
hovers over the earth
drapes across hills, hangs in the trees,
pulled up by unseen hands over unseen faces
A soft blanket as the world turns
(in between nightmares,
the restless shaking of a leg)
ever searching for the cool side of the pillow
Just for a moment, even the birds
plucking carrion on the side of the road
are shielded by these pretty little fogs
that will eventually be burned up,
an offering to a flaming god
that demands a sacrifice
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this is beautiful. That last verse, and that last line nails it.
I love your title! I love it that you mention “plucking carrion” in the mostly dreamy poem. Expert ending.
Love the dreamy quality and the juxtaposition of “a soft blanket” and “a restless leg”,
“the cool side of the pillow” and “birds plucking carrion.”. Brava!!
You had me from the encantatory alliteration of “A mantle of mist this morning”
Title swept me into dreamy, almost hallucinatory, world where: “A mantle of mist this morning/hovers . . ./drapes . . ./
pulled up by unseen hands over unseen faces.” Such experience will cost you: “an offering to a flaming god/that demands a sacrifice.” Thank you for this carefully crafted and deeply affecting write
You make the morning an epic adventure!