Friday, April 25, 2008

A bit-o-poetry

The room is full of angels
drinking, laughing,
smearing their eyeliner
down their cheeks.

Their broken wings have
them slumped on the floor.
Summer heat wisps through
the cotton drapes.

“Open the window!”
Someone shouts.
“It’s already open,”
an angel sings.

She walks toward it
and stretches her hand
to the moon.
“Why can’t I fly?”

Inspired by a photo

4 comments:

Couture de Papier said...

Beautiful imagery!

mermaid musings said...

I love it!
I noticed in your profile you love Francesca Lia Block, I do, too!!!
yay!
I am going to keep reading the rest of your blog...
Thank you!

Cassandra said...

Hurray! Another FLB fan!

Heather said...

That was really lovely.. :D