CHILDREN

On this side of Heaven,
children are china ghosts
curled in mahogany light.

Born blue, they repress
secrets behind ice-balmed
lips sewn in rose stem

wear dim-jaded halos
over pithless eyes,
ebon wings turned to stone.

Children have forgotten
how to bleed, are unaware
of pillow-pressed magnolia

and an ethereal dream;
so spent are they from
dancing on glass shoes.

They sleep in a stranger's
shadow, and will never look
you in the eye; always away,

away from the slate-gray
sidewalks that weigh their
wet-stains like nickels.


Richard C Williams
RICHARD C. WILLIAMS currently resides in New York City with his significant other, and six feline companions.  He is a graphics/web designer, and editor of the innovative poetry journal Pierian Springs. His work has been published, or is scheduled for publication, in the following journals: Artemis Journal, Snow Monkey, Niederngasse, Comrades, 3rd Muse, The Green Tricycle, Little Brown Poetry, and Pig Iron Malt,among others. Williams is currently seeking the appropriate press for his first collection of poetry entitled Blue.  He can be reached via email at richardc@pieriansprings.net.
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