Definitive Bright Morning
By Sy Hoahwah
Noted to be the definitive bright morning of 10,000 calendars.
The church bell melted.
Rage of unrequited love became a terrible serpent.
The morning star lowered like an enemy’s flag.
A vampire’s mattress tumbled out at the outskirts of town.
Ancient lanterns, suddenly thrown through the air,
somewhere deep in the mountains.
That night, in a snowy rural area, an elderly, powder-faced woman
appeared on doorsteps in search of wine.
Her origins, neatly wrapped in the cold dressing of a snowflake’s breath.
Source: Poetry (June 2018)