Sky View From the Q E
SKY VIEW FROM THE Q.E.
Dark grey squalls
glide off of Hamilton Bay
trailing snow
look like old time proper ladies
their dainty booted feet
stirring up a wake
of frothy silken finery.
one behind the other
they file toward the escarpment
dropping crystal lace hankies
in coy consent
“I am approachable”,
the squall ladies whisper
“the hour is late
my mood so melancholy”,
as their cold breath
caresses the cheek.
a pale sun breaks through
shafts of light reflect
from delicate flakes of snow
appearing as though
finest gauze wedding veils
drift to earth
earth sleeps
awaiting Persephone
time between white velvet comforter
and a lacy leafed wrap
exposes her bones.
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