by Kathryn Helena McCarthy
Cry wolf into the sunlight.
My shadow is deep and twitch-balanced.
Danish pastry glade of cinnamon
touching lady-boy’s heart, extravagant and with bells.
Full of hope, the bell that tolls into the cosmos,
deeply penetrates the lion.
Dance up to the fire in shoals of Peter Pan.
Gave a game to Joseph – the white horse I divine for.
Soul-shattering moon vapour, pour me a drink.
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Very thought provoking. Keep on writing.