Wings

(into the open field)



threads strengthening the gauze of the skin



she’s floating on air

silently carefully tightly



white strands of hair against a bed


so time leans

against a floor



the mere shadows we are

barely touching

the seam

-

come closer

this mask


one dead
from a dream

leaving gravel




in a wind towards a meadow

reflected by the window


glass against a tree




running over naked bed


she is slowly singing
for your mouth



-

wonder how silently a fur can fall


bite the feet in place
silently


train through
the houses

and the group stood ready

to stumble through the shadows


wedge those eyes in place



wait while gravel

is rushing forth





Emma Lundenmark
(translation MF)