I love the opening stanza,and especially the 1st and 4th lines!
To catch birds in my mouth
grow crow feet
scratch the dirt
quill my tongue
freclepelago…. lost me
love you like the land loves the sea
fingerprint my labyrinths
are we lost yet? I like this concept, that we can only find ourselves once we are lost. It’s a welcome surprise.
Its dream like, though somewhere in the middle narratively I get a little lost I still love the feel and sounds and words that are unfolding. There’s a tender beauty in there. Thank you.
PS thanks for your feedback – yup ‘lung song’ now gone haha! last line now reads ‘to recall my air born lullabies’.