The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
— Inspired by "Soul Plexus", a painting by Vladimir Kush
Beneath this slow surface lies a suspicion of wings
that haunts each awakening, kept secret
within these folds of furrowed skin -
our ribs curled in remembrance, thrumming hearts deny
the direness of gravity as we long to rise, to rise -
volcanic songs erupting from our swirled depths,
an ascent from beyond perception of precipices aching,
arching in the distance under our swiftly-forgotten feet.
Beguiled, we drift into a dawning realization,
cast away from quiet shells,
shedding once-precious perjuries of fragile flesh...