pixie-dancing
gauzy dresses
tower at the turbulent sea
liquid silver pooled in an oyster shell
frozen splendor
in never-changing earth
smoldering, rising
like fan coral
still air honing an edge
to the thinnest layer of ice
to an imperfect mirror
a monument to god’s work
as endless in depth as a soul
clear as icicles
and smooth as ancient writing
beauty enslaved to the voyeur
violent throes of passion stilled
like screaming angel wings trapped in glass
like a Picasso, showing all sides at once
like a time-keeper itself
not wise nor magical as a Merlin
but deadly as an adder
beckoning like a siren
toward a window to nowhere
this tobacco-stained cathedral
like two galaxies colliding
utterly ignores me
It whispers,
“You can come no closer.
I resist you.”
Steven Anthony George resides in Fairmont, West Virginia. His work has appeared in Houston & Nomadic Voices, Apollo’s Lyre, Short-story.me, and Eclectic Flash. Steven is active in the autism community and often speaks publicly on the topic of autism. He is online at facebook.com/sageorge.dyingofpoetry.