Wednesday, January 5, 2011


we scale the walls of treachery
pull the teeth from winter's yaw
with delicate fingers
deft hands
grimy, gutting glances
a bloodletting
consummated with
soiled paper sheets, you

milking shadows from the breasts of naked trees
closer to me than words on a page
these fragile things, like sleep
or paper thin prayers
illuminate you in fiery glass shards
for we are splintered
and sharp
for cutting

© 2011 A.g. Synclair


  1. Very powerful. sharpness and fragility together really grab my attention. Well done!

  2. Stirred a memory of a quote by Carl Jung in which he makes the point that without darkness, one cannot truly appreciate the light.

  3. A particular dichotomy defined abstractly..