Hesitation at the Iris
It’s not how dusty are the feet
that move in dance when souls meet;
nor aged feathers lost from wings,
but ancient quill that softly sings
hinting of hidden magic things.
As falling leaf upon the bank
sits and rots where cities sank;
stars fly through the cosmic gate,
as drops of dew on iris wait
for one to stop and hesitate.
It’s not a song that's heard by all
for few know it's quiet call
of gentle muse or ash that's charred,
this path so long and often hard
'tis but the journey of the bard.
Debra J. Harmes-Kurth currently resides in Milton, West Virginia. Debra was owner/editor of the poetry quarterly Art With Words, and writes a weekly column on poetry for two local newspapers since July, 2004. Most recently published in the Cabell Record, Putnam Democrat, Art With Words, HeArts Desire, HerStory, New Beginnings, Mobïus, Coal a Poetry Anthology, complied by Chris Green of Marshall University, and printed by Blair Mountain Press, Porter Gulch Review, New Beginnings, HIMS, The Moon, and was the featured writer in Digging an Eclectic Poetry Anthology.