Baptisms, by Scherezade Siobhan

Baptisms

god is the smallest tremble
in the ellipse, the late grown wing
above, a pekoe sun in nutshell
warming the ceramic of this clay
beneath, the oudh in arabesques
let us mirror the ruins
we have come to echo
let us
practice how to
let go
let us play by the ear
half praise, half prayer
the breadth of what
we have chosen
to keep and know

poems.one - Scherezade Siobhan

Scherezade Siobhan