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Black Knots

by William F Dougherty

At twilight scrawny starlings screech
like harpies hunting empty streets,

braid trees and ledges in high-pitched fuss,
knotting in rows at hollow dusk

like charcoal beads tightly queued
entreating night's protective hood,

unless a hawk-cry snaps their thread
and black beads scatter, half unsaid.

07/15/2012

Posted on 07/15/2012
Copyright © 2020 William F Dougherty

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 07/16/12 at 09:47 AM

The texture of low light text; another aspect of iridescence...

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