The Silver Cord

Jason // August 7 // 2 Comments

A last goodbye as the land turns inwards.

She calls and calls,
her deathly talons tightly closed.

Bright eyes see through me.

She flies onwards as must I.
Her final glance summons me back.

A silver cord is thrown,
her spell is cast.

I open my hungry ribs.

I welcome her cold iron hook
into the raven feathered room in my heart.

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    About the Author Jason

    Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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