Dawn spreads her wispy pink angel wings over the morning.
angels
Vino diabólico
There are spunky little angels at the top of a bottle of wine and fearless little devils at the bottom.
Party angels
Every time a champagne bottle pops, a party angel gets its wings.
Self-help
The secret to wellness is being your own guardian angel.
Pierced flight
thorns and stings
and those such things
just make stronger
our angel wings
P.S. Thank you to everyone who has written letting me know that Katya Elise Henry got a tattoo of this poem. Honestly, I didn’t know who she was and had to look it up. But that’s pretty cool, and a nice tattoo.
Questions of the Sky
—Anonymous, The Queries Magazine, 1890
G’ma & G’pa
Grandmas and grandpas are
journal, age thirteen
Unrealistic
I’m trapped in reality —
Come rescue me, angel of dreams.
blackout poetry created from Connie Willis, Passage, 2001