As Lightning Might: Sixth Tattersby

Posted by ractrose on 2 Jul 2017 in Art, Poems

As Lightning Might: sixth Tattersby

 

The Folly

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.’

 


Tattersby
As Lightning Might: sixth Tattersby

More of this piece on Tattersby page:
Dougal Inskip’s Lonely Vigil: seventh Tattersby (excerpt)

 

 

 

 

 

(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)

 

 

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