Angel Fancies

Shy and peeking
through the cracks,
a spirit shivered white,
disturbed fleeting dust

fragile as new maple leaves,
the widow starts a-working
such warmth within the
vague spot of light which

fell from the open door,
bubbling ragged and
wispy wet poetry
from ribboned solitude

flight of frantic wings
around her shine
angel fancies,
blown up and away.


Previously published as part of Found Poetry Review‘s Pulitzer Remix Project.  Poem “found” in the novel Andersonville, by MacKinlay Kantor on pages 135-137 and 256-257.

Photo by Mirai Takahashi, used under a Creative Commons license.


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