A Darker Heaven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jennifer Crow                        

A Darker Heaven

            For Elle

 

When you bend close

on your black-feathered wings

the wind carries

secret sobs, hidden sighs,

all the aching songs made up

by lonely dreamers

in the witching hour. This tune,

played on your flute-hollow bones,

hums with tales, and you lift

night’s soothing darkness, a quilt

to cast over grief and fear.

Whatever bright monsters

lurk in the sun, whatever daylight

horrors linger after dusk,

you banish with a sweep

of your wings. Every shadow needs

an angel, and every midnight

a prayer for deeper darkness.

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Shy and nocturnal, Jennifer Crow has rarely been photographed in the wild, but it’s rumored that she lives near a waterfall in western New York. You can find her poetry on several websites, including Goblin Fruit, Uncanny, Mythic Delirium, Eye to the Telescope, and Mithila Review.  Most recently, her work has appeared in Dreams and Nightmares, Topology, and Not One of Us. She’s always happy to connect with readers on her Facebook author page or on twitter @writerjencrow.

Editor’s Notes: A collage of images features an abstract phoenix bird—chosen for its redemptive legend.

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