Poem by Robin Blackburn McBride

Cerulean poem by Robin Blackburn McBride-feather-one-side

What is this feather

disguised as ordinary


and fallen

by the table meant

for setting visions down


I almost didn’t pick it up


and turn it in my hand

to see

that trick of light

the way things land


with the change of angle


Like your dream

told back to you through another’s voice

and suddenly

more luminously


Cerulean poem by Robin Blackburn McBride-feather-other-side

“Cerulean” ©2018 Robin Blackburn McBride 

Dedicated to Robert Moss and fellow teachers of Active Dreaming


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