Transmorphing by Özge Lena
Transmorphing
Özge Lena
This Poem was commended for Winged Muse Poetry Competition of Winged Moon Literary Magazine
After Harpy by Valerie Hammond
In seven nights she will burst
into nothing. Now all alone in a cream
coloured void, a wound
like creature, a word hunger like no other.
Soon you will meet her
in the neon gloaming, after the ruby ache
of not writing for a long winter,
frost flowers in your heart. Her low wings
will be closed, sharp claws
pointing down and down, some frozen
sadness on her pale face.
Sunset’s vermilion beams will bleed
into your lungs as you hold
her by hair, unfurl…
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