Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Wings & Fragments

Kerry O'Connor Art


A man came to me
With a bird in his hand
Asking if I would trust
My wings to his care
And accept him over the open sky.




Sunday, May 5, 2019

A Shade Between

Kerry O'Connor Art



Was love ever this scarlet?
I remember it as salty,
more oceanic than vegetable,
a seagull’s guttural cry,
an oarless lifeboat
at the mercy of a rolling current,
and broken glass at ebb tide
rubbed to opacity
a shade between blood and rust.