{"id":5101,"date":"2013-07-01T15:54:04","date_gmt":"2013-07-01T20:54:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/?p=5101"},"modified":"2013-07-03T21:26:34","modified_gmt":"2013-07-04T02:26:34","slug":"a-new-poem-go-through-the-hills","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/2013\/07\/01\/a-new-poem-go-through-the-hills\/","title":{"rendered":"A New Poem: Go Through The Hills"},"content":{"rendered":"

Go Through the Hills<\/h3>\n

by Stephen Pickering<\/em><\/p>\n

You are my tree.
\nbecause you have set me free.
\nAn orchard garden grows
\non land that once only snowed.<\/p>\n

I’m under a spell
\nOnly Ishtar can undo
\nDown, down her Roman well
\nI’m falling too.<\/p>\n

I am the bird.
\nMy life is the worm.
\nI see her cold, dark eye
\nbury me in the blood red sky.<\/p>\n

There’s a tick.
\nThe doors unlock.
\nI’m just a hick,
\nbut I know when angels knock.<\/p>\n

I don’t deserve this.
\nBut here I am:
\nAn Italian mist
\nWhere Dante swam.<\/p>\n

There’s a nickel sky,
\nand a lone star.
\nGray clouds cry
\nwondering where you are.<\/p>\n

That girl will come.
\nI feel her blinking again.
\nA bouncing little Sun.
\nShe knows exactly where I am.<\/p>\n

These beings inside
\nIf you climb their stare
\nFeed the stillness of the night,
\nthe castle that’s always been there.<\/p>\n

I cannot breathe.
\nYour eyes are the hidden stone.
\nThe gateless gate to the golden stream.
\nUnfold the night no man’s known.<\/p>\n

\u00a92013 Stephen K. Pickering<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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