Skyfall
High on the wire I watch the dove
pleat her feet to sit on the sky.
Balanced on faith or skill, she cannot fall.
Deep in winter I'm wrapped in fall;
in summer, the spring nests of doves.
On earth I see fire, in water sky
where lovers rose on waves, blue sky
so thick before the faith met fall
and lost the certainty of doves.
Doves swim the deep sea sky; we only fall.
~August 2012
Posted for FormForAll at dVerse Poets Pub
Samuel Peralta hosts today's form session at the pub ,on the tritina. The tritina is a shorter variation of the sestina, and Samuel explains it all better than I can at the link above.
Header image: Mourning Doves, by Seabarium on flick'r
Footer image: Flight, by EssjayNZ, on flick'r
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