Poem by David J. Costello

Horseshoe Bat

It must have been a keen blade
that eased you from night’s heart.
God’s own shrapnel
creasing the dark.
Your convulsing fragment
pressure-cracking the brittle black
like ice.

Transfixed beneath I watch
you stitch yourself
back to the sky.
An invisible repair
as I acquire your blindness.
The whole world dissolving
around you.

You are the dark moon.
The nocturnal crescent
orbiting unseen.
The flung shape
that always returns.



2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Paul Beech
    May 29, 2015 @ 06:21:26

    Great imagery and rhythm. Nice one, Dave.


  2. Maureen Weldon
    May 29, 2015 @ 11:07:16

    Good to read this poem on here, Horseshoe Bat. I always enjoy your poems Dave C.



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