Poems from Sabelle
It falls
and breaks
Into a song of phoenix.
A crumpled paper underfoot,
Silver squids in the fleeing tree.
Shoes on cats, one two three...
There is a madman on the wall
Where he hangs with sticky fingers.
And in his quick-silver hand
Lies a locket made of whispers.
“To hold...
If I were to be a ghost, she said,
I would fly and fly and fly and fly.
To the the land of dreams,
where the final flower still stands....
She went to see the world down low
The girl with lanterns in her eyes.
So she flew on her cycle to the people below
The girl with...
I am a running man of ginger
And I run faster than them all.
I was rolled and pounded and cut out of dough
Made in an oven as hot as the...