Grey Wings

He thought she was wearing dark grey
Wings, an angel risen from the soot of
Hell, the sun behind her blinding him
To everything but the wings and her
Halo. Her face unmarked from the
Trials below, past the borders of earth
And heaven, she kept walking towards
Him, that wry smile for him alone. She
Was an ordinary after all, the wing her
Hand inside the hood of her coat, cast
Off in the spring warmth. And yet
There was something holy in her eyes.

R 01/04/2025 14:08 Norwich Library