Poem of the Week: beside the river

in the elm tree beside the river,

sits a lark

who begged the moon for

too much.

its heart has bled

a red crescent

into the fur of its breast.


I think of how you

brushed your mouth against mine.

how the dreams beneath my feathers

were lost in your moon filled eyes.

I let you touch my hand and

my wings dropped

to the bottom of the river.


in the night, a woman comes to me

with a brown feather between her fingers.

she presses it into my palm

and stares into my face

as if to remind me of you.

as if to tell me

to go down to the river

where the larks are bowing their heads,

where they are asking their wings for forgiveness.

-Kalyani Marsh