Genesis, a poem by Karina Tynan


It has been good here in the cracks

A lot of fine things have been preserved.

Portraits of princes, objet d’art,

Quills lacing words and wishes

Not to mention the day long wanderings

About love.

A wish can make a palace shine with life

But outside the world is lonely

Without the honeyed talk from the bushes

The written warnings from the hawk

Where the brooch of a goddess is left

Deserted in some plastic jewellery box.

The children know. They find things and

give them meaning, then a light shines.

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