Moon, Kite and Wings

Send us Fan MailMoon, Kite and WingsAnd there above the roof of heaven split, the scratch and travel of a different kind, aloft in modern times, with pencil wings, silver fuselage, streaking in white and across the evening sky, and behind the slow, silver dark of a passing summer moon, in phases removed and reflected, reaching behind the temporary the here and now, the turn of months like chapters,she rose magnificent her wings stretching, upon the last breath the heat invisible,spiralling an unseen handuplifting, her lastshadow flickeringacross the landscapebelow, fieldsand pathwaysrooftops and gardenschoking roads and building sitesshe passed and archedover alluntil…Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]