Candles perch like angels
beating back the night
with triumphant wings. The scribe
begins his work. “Formavit”
sprouts leaves beneath his quill,
It's a poem begging to be colorfully illustrated by a fantasy artist.
There Will Be Poetry by Dorine Ratulangie is the second of February offerings at MindFlights. The opening stanza:
There will be poetry
in the skeleton of androids
and the hull of stolen ships
as we flee. Outside
spills its essence in
tenuous trails of gas
dark and barren.
Drop by and read all of it--and the fiction, too.