Crimson Acres, an elegy written by Aroop Mitra at Spillwords.com

Crimson Acres

crimson acres

written by: Aroop Mitra

 

you locked
up shadows
in old chests
with rusty hinges
and ramshackle fittings
these fields of tulips
seemed steeped
in blood & the weight
a thousand years
suspend on fragile
frame all too human
the trees accuse
indifferent skies
while swathes of falcons
recycle from remote
fastnesses in spirals
they breed.

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