#Poetry Wed: “Waxwings” by Lisa Russ Spaar

“Less what things need.

More a sobbing, helpless chime

of flickering, passerine want, in gyre,

tornadic, ribboning the resinous cedar,

mythic in winter’s gamboge sun,

gilt, yet also monastic, in your way.

Your hand the temple my body,

a flock, moves on…”

-Read the entire poem at The Journal.

#Poetry Wed: “In the Old Barn” by Enda Carty

where junk from another age
ropes and harness
hang on the walls
and rot in the damp
where the small windows broken
are boarded and nailed
where in the old dresser
farm medicine and syringes
lie in rusty biscuit tins:

that’s where I found him…

Read the rest of the poem at Rhino Poetry and/or listen to audio of Enda Carty reading the poem here.