We Crackle In Flame
(by Deborah Edgeley)
We stand on sky roots
hair tickles
wood-smoke air
Our conscious lies in wind splayed crunch
dazed earth
fallen
cinder fingers
We crackle in flame
in the same shade of glow
Barrel chested wind gusts ruffle
lost branches hidden
in the field that was
Golden Flesh Networks
mirror Orb For All
We are the same shade of glow
Falling
leaves
like
ghosts
of
swooping
swallows’
silhouettes
suspended
then
burn
Dig down to hell
Carve greed from our flesh
We crackle in flame
in the same shade of glow
Smear earth on cheek
disguising tears conjured
for
what
was
Mark Sheeky’s Watercolour: The Chimney Sweeper 2 (available for purchase)