Ad patres
Roisin Browne
Take a pair of hazel eyes
Melting moss and amber chips
Shine them in the sunlight.
Take a wiry smile
Crooked on the knobbled tooth
And glean across horizons wide.
Take determined gentle beats
And pulse them wild
On salty tides.
Take limbed branches,
of arms,
and legs,
and hands
and feet,
Grow them into feathered beams
And gather.
Buffet, soar, glide
through Elysian grasses
Feather tip –
Breath
To salt rimmed eyes
Tilting
on the edge of silence
Poised.