by Michael Shindler (January 2021)
Starry Night, Edvard Munch, 1900-01
Night-birds in-between the branches
Of linden trees—deathless birds
Winging quietly: harsh words
The moonlight blanches.
Flap—
Mother sets child to bed;
Flap—
Coins for the dead.
Leaves in the wind,
Night-birds take flight;
Babbling—we sinned
To reach their height.
«Previous Article Table of Contents Next Article»
__________________________________
Michael Shindler is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has appeared in publications including The American Conservative, The American Spectator, National Review Online, New English Review, University Bookman, and Providence. Follow him on Twitter @MichaelShindler.
Follow NER on Twitter @NERIconoclast
- Like
- Digg
- Del
- Tumblr
- VKontakte
- Buffer
- Love This
- Odnoklassniki
- Meneame
- Blogger
- Amazon
- Yahoo Mail
- Gmail
- AOL
- Newsvine
- HackerNews
- Evernote
- MySpace
- Mail.ru
- Viadeo
- Line
- Comments
- Yummly
- SMS
- Viber
- Telegram
- Subscribe
- Skype
- Facebook Messenger
- Kakao
- LiveJournal
- Yammer
- Edgar
- Fintel
- Mix
- Instapaper
- Copy Link