He’s always had a bird deep inside
one who sings hope in the morning
filling in his gaps and empty spaces
So he wakes healed
the chasm not seeming so uncrossable
but an opportunity to build a bridge
over the darkness but now he is older and drenched in red
his bird only sings in the dusk
and its song sounds like a keening
as it drifts up towards the dying stars
a lament for every bridge builder
and all the other things we’ve lost
to a blood stained sky
Adele Evershed was born in Wales. Her prose and poetry have been widely published in journals and anthologies such as Full House Literary, Grey Sparrow Journal, Anti Heroin Chic, Gyroscope, and Janus Lit. Adele has been nominated for the Best of the Net for poetry and the Pushcart Prize for poetry and short fiction. She has two poetry collections, Turbulence in Small Spaces (Finishing Line Press) and The Brink of Silence (Bottlecap Press) and a third collection, In the Belly of the Wail upcoming from Querencia Press.