Wingtip

 
Photo by Stephen J O'Shea

Photo by Stephen J O'Shea

fresh wane ushered away
for the wounding wait
the luscious we
flown bateless
breathless
laborious
low
shush of the wingtip
mountain plush upon summits
the long look asway
in wrenly want                       a want to wing away
                                   a thumb’s shudder
                                   a tongue avoweled
                                   a doubt         a sound
                                                          a note   the silent catch in the throat
                                                                         in the shading of evening    when suddenly
                                                                                                                      birds sing


Shawn Bodden is working towards an International Masters in Russian, Central and Eastern European Studies at the University of Glasgow. He says, 'Though from the US, Glasgow’s home now. I tend to write poems. I tend to study Eastern Europe. I tend to wear shoes. So what: nobody’s perfect.'