Tarnished Chrome

Pale smogish smoke over Embercombe woods
Creeps it’s slow spiral, like a glowing, smouldering
Charcoal perfumed ciborium, circling Benedictine ankles


Clamped in her two- wheeled chrome and leather coffin
Arousing penitence from pungent clinging blue incense
For his rampant incest behind ramped, iron belted doors


Now crooked leg-irons, concealed, covered with scorched blanket
Of congealed woollen fibres warping the weft, as deftly
As her dead dream to rise majestically from her wheelchair prison


A Phoenix
Arising, with pure white outstretched wings, flying free
Flying free




Harry Mills
Apartment A10 English Bakery Boracay Philippines
3rd October 2012
From: Departure Lounge