Jagged rips of childhood paste
Across the fire-kissed sky
Mountains all the grown-ups say
Though children know they lie
Holes in space and sky and time
Lying down to die
Glue the false across the page
Whisper, ‘no, child, don’t try
Streams of crimson and of gold
Can never answer why
The gods abandon us at last
When we have reached on high
The boundless journey to the crest
To leap, and so to fly.’
But earthbound man and skybound god
Let loose a single cry
“There’s beauty in vermillion slash
That tears the holy eye
Of god and man in joint accord
Across the fire-kissed sky.”

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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