The gathering of words were spread out like wings
Amongst the common who feathered friends
.
Found her word sown to walls
Friend to all as well as friend to foe
.
A weighty soul of coal becomes heavy on itself
Woe cannot stand alone as fear climbs without help
.
Within such harm to one’s weakened and sticky lips
Her live words will not die within her dying grip
.
But rise amongst these librarian shelves
To await the return of hungry elves
.
Elves setting fire
To her worldly desires
.
Whilst gathering
Of her old words
.
As poor scholars’
Holler in debate
.
Fire sets upon her desires
Love and hate
.
Alone in life
But not in death
.
Her words taught us best
To fly high in her bird sky
.
“In tribute to the beautiful Emily Dickerson”
