Collapse
by JANE DOWNING She lies across the river’s constant flow branches once intent upon the sky now prone, reaching for the other side ripples skirting her brittle crown How quickly colour bled from her limbs – toppled by erosion, a…
by JANE DOWNING She lies across the river’s constant flow branches once intent upon the sky now prone, reaching for the other side ripples skirting her brittle crown How quickly colour bled from her limbs – toppled by erosion, a…
by JANE DOWNING my pathway is a gallery trod with care over maple stained cement mimicking my grandmother’s wallpaper one leaf crimson alive around butterflies desiccating in the gravel a wing lifting on the breeze imitating life in the vault…