A little bit of the inspiration we all found at Stirred Poetry on Monday night.
Writings from the night of Stirred: Lost things. We asked people to respond to an image from pigeon angel and create a short poem:
A feather falls to the street, iridescent and alive
It stings and roots in the skin of people who pass.
A loss mourned by all save the bird.
fill the shoe
don’t balk, you’ve
barked your toes on the
rough paving. You cannot
-Sarah Grace Logan
The torn tattered
fabric of my heart
collects like shorn sheet
polaroids in a white envelope
begging to reach your abode
Persephone punch drunk and leered at
sweet mother of impulse, runaway
you broke death’s heart and brought spring.
Some amazing words both spoken and written that night! Many thanks to Sara Ellis and Jen White for lending their inspiring photographs from pigeonangel as floor art and as poem prompts! Stunning guest…
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