wisp

Heather T

the flame went out

 

the searching smoke

curled wild and winding

her smile was just like that

uplit incandescence

that nested other worlds

in the hollow of her lip

 

a wisp

she whispered

 

scatter me

 

we were infidels of dark

and clutched it all

our heaving breasts beaten

fists of gathered wax

and ashes

 

our fingers smudged

the paper angels

as she burned

in other glories

 

matchless

 

 

 

  • Author: Heather T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2017 21:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Fay Slimm.

    A depth of expression pulses through this richly linguistic verse - I look forward to reading more of your work Heather and welcome to M.P.S.

    • Heather T

      Thank you for the kind reply and warm welcome. I am enjoying your gifted pen!

    • whisperingquill

      The last stanza is phenomenal
      I like that paper angels great line
      Welcome to my poetic side

      • Heather T

        Thanks so much for giving me a minute! I'm looking forward to settling in and reading you all.

      • Louis Gibbs

        Beautiful poem, beautifully presented. I found the unrestrained form quite appealing. Hope to see more of your work, Heather.

        • Heather T

          Grateful for your look! I'm excited to dig in here. Nice to meet you, poet.



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