Upon an Edge- Michael Erickson

poplar10Upon an edge, I find myself bound,
Rock and root bid me lie down.
Through forest dark and sky of black,
My thoughts drive forward,
To places from which none have ever come back.
A rising storm gathers near,
As quick as owl’s wings gather fear.
Take me from this chapter’s end,
I wish to not see ’round the winding bend.
For as the day falls into night,
My wooden frame fails with the light.


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

4 thoughts on “Upon an Edge- Michael Erickson

    • Thank you! I love everything about owls. I was even owl watching while writing these poems and had one leave it’s best and fly over my head. There was this moment when I felt like a mouse and I was looking at my potential cause of death. It was terrifying and thrilling all at once.

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      • that would have been a really interesting experience, we don’t have large owls in Asia and I have only seen them in photos or on TV. Only time I saw an owl was when I was in primary school walking to school before sunrise, my dad pointed it out but the memory is very hazy. But we have folklore and myth surrounding them in my culture. They are one of those understated creatures of our universe. Looking up at them sweep down would have created a very primal feeling I am sure.

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