Monday, May 16, 2016

New Poetry by John Swain

The Brook Trout

Cold shadowed creek flow
where the trout come from the depth
like a hanging man,
the sun spring,
a poem of water breaking.

Blurred sky, the afternoon light
scatters through the infinity of trees,
damask and mandala,
a ring of trees, your forehead,
a necklace in the fire.

I speak to you, of this, my distance,
disavowal of the man I was
and continue
the reign of the raven,
the fish break through my skin.

- John Swain 2016

John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky, USA. Least Bittern Books published his second collection, Under the Mountain Born.

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