QUINCE magazine

a literary and visual arts journal
a luminous halo
when the sun is black,
nimbus,
a luminous halo
appears, silvered
and turbulent as a heretic,
the reaching faint
shadows of plasma
fighting
with the radiance
of their host to be seen,
a visible hum
against the ancient
backlight of the galaxy.
returning to a door,
wreathed,
dry branches
intertwine in a woven
ring, berries suck
in their cheeks,
spines harden to needles,
at the centre,
a remote
monocle of concave glass
fisheyes a boot cluttered hallway,
three coats hang on the wall,
the heat of them burning,
burning.
