Tuesday, October 27, 2015

the changeling

a stone angel
steps down 
from her pedestal—
the burden of wings 
others want her to wear

~A Hundred Gourds 4:2, March 2015

the empty shell
of a phoenix egg
sky blue
among the cinders
of who I used to be

fox, or smiling lion . . .
I rummage
my wardrobe
for this day’s mask

~Ribbons 11:2, summer 2015


  1. Oops, I had thought I had commented on these already!

    A stunning grouping. I love them all equally. You write about self-identity so well.