The Sum of Us

Born into flame, the Phoenix laments
its heated rush towards metamorphosis.
Skin ruptures, sloughs off and flares briefly,
shedding ash and dreams. Freedom dies
with your smile and I find myself colder —
wishing to stand beside you. Always.
A betrayal of wings, as yet unfurled.

Overhead the cross hangs low, mercurial;
fickle as a lover’s embrace. The yearning heart,
released, takes flight. Framed in that introspective light
I see you hurtling forward — a stellar memory
of lost radiance and I wish to tell you:
it’s the novas that define us.

– Ryan Stone

Irish Fire

My grandmother called it
Irish fire, said it raged
through my father
hotter than Beli Mawr’s bum.
She was long dead
when it finally flared
fiercer than he could contain.
The embers of his eyes
scorched childhood’s
last leaves to ash,
left them smoldering.

Ryan Stone

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** Featured Poet **

This month I’d like to introduce you to the poetry of the incredibly talented Mia from Copper Cranes. For me, Mia’s writing is a shining light in the Word Press universe. Profoundly deep, intuitive, imaginative and so beautifully constructed, Mia puts her heart and soul into every post and writes without fear or compromise. But it’s something more than that. Despite the complexity of Mia’s ideas, she conveys her thoughts with a grace and elegance that makes you feel as if the poem was written for you alone.

Copper Cranes is bursting with some of the greatest poetry you’ll find on the Internet and well worth a look. In the meantime, please enjoy:

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Ether

Lit my last cigarette
With a match
That could never be
Struck again.
I stood as black carbon
Final indifference —
Kerosene and gasoline;
Fanning the flames
Hiding high crimes
All the while
Whitewashing ugly pretty…

–> Read the full poem and Mia’s bio here: Ether by Mia

No One

dawn pauses, explodes
in a flash of carmine fire
flaring in the east

flaring in the east,
Icarus ascends his throne –
blazing flight of one

blazing flight of one,
Labyrinth behind, no one
makes it out alone

Ryan Stone

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Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Being Alone