FLYING   Boulogne, Xafrenne

 

STRIP 6X4s DAVID BOULOGNE 2016

 

Flying shadows overhead

Still alive—
A rush of cars, horns and then nothing

Last night I dreamt I was flying, my mind ablaze with light
A steel knife cutting through bone

That feeling, riding on hell's curve
The speed of the devil's tail, up on high

Somersault through the ring of flames
Horizontal in air, in space, in darkness

The coal fires dying out, a white ash covering
Greyed through snowy depths

Vertical in ice, until the water trickles--
Finally rushing to the level of sea, Spring's freedom

 

 

H Xafrenne 2016