Published May 1, 2022
by Isabelle Call
(Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada)
Brittle straw rests on bleached bones
Emeralds levitate in black holes
A Cheshire grin greets me, the emeralds empty
Marbles roll down cheeks, filled with sorrow,
Gateways open as they rest in roots
Opening windows through mechanical flesh
Surrounded I tumble into crystalline glass
Blinded she is a sun with no galaxy
Burning brighter in beaded absence
The brittle straw now woven silk
Sparks adorning every golden strand
Laundry of riches billowing in the worlds breath
Soaring above dissipating candy clouds
An urban complex melded by solitude and glaciers
A candy heart sun, with not a taste of cinnamon
Sinking through nothing to rest beside sugared glass
Needful hands probe trenches for a white horse
Lust sheds the feathers of broken angel wings
As brick shreds the flesh that wolves devour
With every bite flowered gun powder falls
A white horse carries her to blissful solitude
Talons of ore meet their final resting place
And the bleached bones turn to stone
Isabelle is a published author and poet from a small town in British Columbia, however, for the past five years she has called Vancouver home. Her short story, "The Burnt Out Light" was featured in Wandering Autumn Magazine's October 2020 issue, with her poems, "A Peculiar Thing Called Love" and "The Night Demon" featuring in the February and October 2021 issues. She is also the founder, editor, and designer of Poetry Undressed and Literature Undressed. Instagram, @call_isabelle. Twitter, @isabelle_call.
This poem is included in Poetry World #3, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Vancouver Poetry Magazine:
by Juliette Stephens
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