Change of state
Out of the window
The world has all the potential
Of a blank canvas
Ready for daubing with footsteps.
The angels of this Renaissance
Paint with every shade of laughter
But make the most of it
While it lasts –
It’s only water after all.
– Spangle Fairy
Sand
Sandblasted and windlashed
We turn our faces inland.
Sea and sky
Are lead and ash and sombre slate,
Salt catches in our throats.
The goldenrod flecks in the pineapple ice cream
Are the brightest thing we’ve seen all morning,
And taste like pure sunshine.
SPANGLE FAIRY
