Poetry

personal work

Black Shag

 

In the winter, the black shag came

With her solemn ablutions. 

Dive. 

Glide. 

Emerge.

Bask; wings outstretched.

Revere the glory of our star.

 

There’s a space in my life 

That seems to be missing.

 

The shag is complete,

Seeking no more than is

And was and will be.

 

Would it that I could break through the 

Surface

Follow her under

Into the place of nourishment

Cleanse

Pursue

Invigorate

Dwell in two worlds.

-Molly Murphy

 

Published in Horizons Anthology 5, 2021

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