Guardian Angel by Aristi Trendel
When he claimed to be
my angel guardian winged
I thought I heard a rustle
of paper and silk
A flutter of fins
angel, man or fish?
a thousand bubbles
before it all fizzled out
Angel sweet, defiled, finned
spread your wings
though we could never
fly with
No Daedalus flights in sight
or Icarus dives
only runes of black ink
on your paper wings
Angel sweet bereaved
read my elegies
on the parchment
of your flimsy fins
Guardian Angel
I loved this one. Angels were definitely with you when you wrote it.
Posted by: walter | April 27, 2008 at 10:24 AM
Wonderful.
Posted by: Felicia | April 28, 2008 at 12:33 AM
A potent subject. :)
Posted by: aurora | April 28, 2008 at 09:07 AM