As Lightning Might: Sixth Tattersby
As Lightning Might
Their leader is not unwell. No, not harmed.
Please leave off, dear.
Curious, no more. A nuisance.
Please don’t trouble.
All over now.
When she’d shaken out her jacket
One flew a spiral
And died in the fire
Its wings by then had…
…caked away, he somehow thinks
As a butterfly’s broken will do
The scales, would it be the scales
He could ask and she would tell
He wants to leave Miss Harvey…any house that holds her
At this moment, and not hate her
For scintillating so
‘It’s me,’ she says. ‘It’s me, being here. They know.’
Copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster