GHAZAL:THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD

							Tallow-pale, the ghosts of flowers
							root themselves in shadow.

							Trees peel back their flesh
							showing their grey bones.

							These are the colours of the rain:
							viridian, citrine, cobalt, cyanic.

							Leaves fall from the air like ash.
							There is no comfort in them.

							All night the small limbs burn
							with their own unspeakable light.

								- Eileen Kernaghan


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