é

it was a suffusion of mist and heather, upwelling

slowly into contours

o arches, twisting

and entwining,

and i grew wings.

spreading grandeur and light, i ravelled forms

s and intricate you

would have smiled.

you were unsmiling.

and you tore at the gold with

hands of wretched beauty, wound

sable into woven glory

clipped my wings that purled, still artlessly around

fingers of blood.

broken feathers ebbing, i thought they looked

like fallen spirits convoluting

in betrayed

petals of russet,

and then i think

you smiled.

i began my decent, howling colours licking

voraciously at the

soles of earth-stained feet

not flying,i

plunged, deeper, eyes unseeing, pearly-

sheens but a slight obscurity.