Welcome to the poetry.

butterfly

                         what form
                    pure rust
                                                  flowing
                           with black veins and
                                                         a wingbeat
                            no
                                hollowheart could hope
                                   to catch
                  though
                               again perhaps
        sound


   

 quickening the ring,Elementals
                                                                                                                                   let us wield
                                        spring
                                                                                                          purgative verbals
                                                               on encapsuled leaves
                                                                              bursting in air
                                                                                               tongues
                                                                                                                         catching fire,let us transpose
                                                                                                                                       the whirled
                                              be                  world
                                                                              whirling dervishes of beauty

                                                              wheeling the wilds

                                                                                       that crack open,decant
                                                                                                                      and carouse to the depth of the dawn
                                    purling such figures
                                                                       as twirl before bright Artemis
                                                                                                                             tawnily winged
 
 
 
 
 

'wingèd words'
from 'Gleaming Branches'
Marshall Hryciuk,publ. by Imago Press,Toronto,1994.