I sat in a darkened room
And looked at angel pictures.
Such curious creatures;
Images from another age,
Images of seraphim and
Convoluted bodies.
That leering gryllus
Was my other life.
Then
I taunted the angels.
They stared into the light.
Such disdain.
Such fragile pride.
Their multi-coloured wings,
Their neon garments,
Outshone the sun
And the moon hid itself
In despair.
How dare they think
Such thoughts?
Those angel pictures
Haunt my room,
My darkened room:
Velvet blue light,
Soft, cool shadows
And
No more
Angels.
A C Evans