'The Prince of Rivers' is Oxford Brookes Poetry Centre's weekly poem!
Many congratulations to BOA poet Craig Morgan Teicher for having his poem "The Prince of Rivers" featured as Oxford Brookes Poetry Centre’s weekly poem! The Centre selected the poem from Teicher’s Fall 2012 release To Keep Love Blurry. The Prince of Rivers In the land of rivers I was the prince of rivers. In the land of houses I lived in a thousand houses. In the land of scattered bones my bones were scattered by worshipful princes who carried each one like a scepter. I was there and a breeze eddied around me. In the land of questions I was the subject of questions. I’m sorry what was lost was found utterly changed. I could see through the sky and bring down the lonely stars. When I was happy, lambs were born. They stood up enacting their first dance of balance. In the land of frost I was never cold. A warm breeze eddied around me. When I thundered the sky tore like paper. Beyond the sky the sky tore and rain fell into the moon’s dark holes. In the land of eagles I received messages from eagles. I’m sorry the moon is a fake gray plate. I’m sorry the day is so dark. In the land of the future I saw men of stone. When I was sad all the seas swelled. The islands were swallowed and forgotten; books were drenched and forgotten. When I was old my hair was as long as my story. I’m sorry the branch bearing fruit is so high. When I was young trees arched toward me like I was the sun. I’m sorry the dead are quiet as ash. I’m sorry what’s left is so cold. I knew I could escape through a hole in the sky. Wherever I wept thick stalks grew. I knew I could weep for a long time to come. Purchase a copy of To Keep Love Blurry, here!
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