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| Lady Arteberry from "Demoniac: a memoir" |
The angels sculpted you
with eyes on the cemetery
and clothed you in eloquence,
everything contrary
to the wisdom on your tongue;
the prose you speak in dull places
and yet your glass heart thumps
with an innocence strong as laces.
Lady of mine, what do you sing with your eyes?
What shapes do play in the stain glass, you’d say?
You perch there in church
to look at the glass
and then you are gone,
you leave before mass.
Lady of mine, questions are your crown.
Only you could smile with a frown.
with eyes on the cemetery
and clothed you in eloquence,
everything contrary
to the wisdom on your tongue;
the prose you speak in dull places
and yet your glass heart thumps
with an innocence strong as laces.
Lady of mine, what do you sing with your eyes?
What shapes do play in the stain glass, you’d say?
You perch there in church
to look at the glass
and then you are gone,
you leave before mass.
Lady of mine, questions are your crown.
Only you could smile with a frown.
(Poem by Milla Waifly)
(c)2011 Luz Briar.
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