by Michael H. Brownstein
I will wait for the sun to make it’s way up the stairs.
Then I’ll enter the place of underachievers, liars and thieves.
Where else can defiance be so simple?
Once she lied about water.
Twice she lied about silk.
No one waited for a third time.
The house of shadow glows with a light within shade.
Lost value finds itself on its shelves among the many books.
When the moon escapes its cage, this is where it comes for safekeeping.
Michael H. Brownstein’s latest volumes of poetry, A Slipknot to Somewhere Else (2018) and How Do We Create Love? (2019), were recently released (Cholla Needles Press). Art by Karyn Kloumann, founder of award-winning indie publisher Nauset Press.
One thought on “The Shadow Breaker’s Song”
Friday,1th February 2021
No one waits
or awaits response
if you are a tense person,
just go away with reasons
there is no place for thieves
in taking away everything
from you for nothing
once you lie
twice you fly
thrice you bailie the expectation
and break the relation
when inner light reaches
it is a peak
when you speak
even the sun proves
the moon lights with silvery rays
everything goes right
Dr Jadia Hasmukh