Would be to me essential,
If thou and thy white arms were there.
The Black Riders and Other Lines, Stephen Crane
|May Bush - Spiraea Cantoniensis|
Spring rain spatters.
A wind- rattled branch creaks.
Here the contrived dilemma:
root-bound, it longs to take flight.
In a dreary corner, the May
has burst its banks again.
Waterlogged, it sags
its white shoulders,
finger-tips in mud.
I look for your return through
wondering where all the birds go
in bad weather.
Play It Again, Toads
Inspired by the writing of James Wright, as showcased in The Sunday Mini-Challenge (December 2014), this is a pastiche of his style and Part 3 of a loose collection of short pieces inspired by Stephen Crane's The Black Riders.