ANGEL, painting by DORINA COSTRAS, Romania. Poem by AERONWY THOMAS, UK

(copyright of the artist)


Clogging up the skies
Wings flapping on takeoff
Wind Gale Force Angel
A gentle breeze on the cheek.

They descend in a crowd
So near there’s hardly room
For all of us.
Soon you’ll be an angel

I think they whisper.
The sky’s overcongested
I object
Irritated by feathers.

When you’re really good
You go straight to heaven,
For a comfy cloud
Angels by invitation only.

Not a chance
Says the gravely voice
Behind my shoulder.
The air thins of angels

Gets distinctly warm
Palatial accommodation
Unencumbered fire for skies
He offers.

Do what you want
No penance down
Where I preside
The heat’s always on.

Him upstairs
Too fussy about intent
Even if you repent
Lies the dark angel

Paying me a visit
Last minute.
Lifting my arms
Little feathers grow

I shoot up like
A rocket
All the angels “tut-tutting”
Road Hog they shout

In musical tones
As I make my choice
And shoot Heavenwards
(God willing).


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