Word to Free Thee

Jennifer Annais McSparin

Sometimes softly they fall
temporary lightness from heaviness borne

Sanguine snow & feathers, tears & ash
from scars & fires past, gravitas & sound:

Hark! The dark angel Annais doth sing
of grace & of clamber, cold slippin’ the rings

Doffed from wrists, waist, wings unbound
uncuff at ankles, ungrip & unground

Uproot & unravel from them noxious weeds
Hummingbird rises from sown spirit seeds

Held in the body unsung spirit often rots
purge & pen word to enlighten the naughts!