“We’re angels and we’re looking
for a needle and thread.”
“You don’t smell like angels,” I said,
as they ransacked the kitchen.
“Oh we’re not real angels,” they replied,
“We’re the impression one has
of how angels might possibly look and behave.”
They moved as if curtains in the wind,
their voices thousands of soda bubbles bursting.
“I’m too old for games,” I complained,
these unlikely ‘angels’ rising to the ceiling.
“But we’re smoke,” they replied in unison,
“Our work is to represent your state of mind;
and at present you are very lonely.”
The room flickered, much like an old television set
or candle flame in a time of war.
“I’m not lonely,” I countered,
“and have not been happier.”
“And now we’re light,” they sang,
as the evening dimmed, their harmonies pure
and the colour of cobalt.
But I would not submit.
I did not surrender.
Author Bio:
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a Pushcart nominee with over a thousand poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets (Silenced Press), ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’ (Cawing Crow Press) and ‘Like As If” (Pskis Porch), all also available via Amazon. His video-and-music poems can be viewed on YouTube’s ‘BruceMcRaePoetry’, or the Facebook page for ‘Thee Caretakers’.
for a needle and thread.”
“You don’t smell like angels,” I said,
as they ransacked the kitchen.
“Oh we’re not real angels,” they replied,
“We’re the impression one has
of how angels might possibly look and behave.”
They moved as if curtains in the wind,
their voices thousands of soda bubbles bursting.
“I’m too old for games,” I complained,
these unlikely ‘angels’ rising to the ceiling.
“But we’re smoke,” they replied in unison,
“Our work is to represent your state of mind;
and at present you are very lonely.”
The room flickered, much like an old television set
or candle flame in a time of war.
“I’m not lonely,” I countered,
“and have not been happier.”
“And now we’re light,” they sang,
as the evening dimmed, their harmonies pure
and the colour of cobalt.
But I would not submit.
I did not surrender.
Author Bio:
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a Pushcart nominee with over a thousand poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets (Silenced Press), ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’ (Cawing Crow Press) and ‘Like As If” (Pskis Porch), all also available via Amazon. His video-and-music poems can be viewed on YouTube’s ‘BruceMcRaePoetry’, or the Facebook page for ‘Thee Caretakers’.
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