Penelope Graves Dirt Poor Robins

The faintest star slips out of sight
Though she won’t go quietly into the night
And breaks from her course, intending to fall
And runs ‘cross the sea, by the earth she’s been called

She dashed toward the shore in the dark of new moon
The sand is the alter, the land her groom
But alas when her feet came to meet the dry ground
A jilting betrayal as her heels settled down

And her name
Drifted away
When she was tamed
And so she becamе
Penelope Gravеs

The rocks gashed like razors, grass cut like knives
Her uncovered feet were draining her life
So she stole from her wings the silk for a pair
Of slippers to cover her skin bruised and bare

She walked among wonders a star never could
But the shoes tore like bandages covered in blood
In agony crippled, accursed in a field
She wept like a sparrow who’s wings wouldn’t heal