Guardian Angel by Aristi Trendel

When he claimed to be

my angel guardian winged

I thought I heard a rustle

of paper and silk

A flutter of fins

angel, man or fish?

a thousand bubbles

before it all fizzled out

Angel sweet, defiled, finned

spread your wings

though we could never

fly with

No Daedalus flights in sight

or Icarus dives

only runes of black ink

on your paper wings

Angel sweet bereaved

read my elegies

on the parchment

of your flimsy fins

Guardian Angel

Comments

[walter]

I loved this one. Angels were definitely with you when you wrote it.

[Felicia]

Wonderful.

[aurora]

A potent subject. :)