born

by Mandy Gibson

see it breathe


lingering dew pale morning barely stirring laughter follows 
trees that answer


scent of grass and pine


ragged running smoke, and wine, and precious scents before sense took hold

see it burn


lungs turning cells to fine white ash


fit to serve


blistering blue-white skin in a near-fatal sunrise


coloured red consumed as it slept


blowing away in an idle breath

see it drown

mist gathered humidity travelled


face muddling ice puddles

precious little snowflakes


hands held together


the still spot in the steam before the splash takes it away

see it burrow


soft black damp creature


clay between tiny fingers


blood returning shallow breath


layered in the moss


beyond all reckoning

watch it bind


metal skin to slip and cauterise


halt the march of turpentine


scrape the canvas clean and grant the muse its wicked way


in its own good time

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