Literary Vegan

Fingernails trace crystals, crushed,  swirled into wet wood. They dry the colour of coral cosmos under my eyelids. From petal to paper to petal. LJ Ireton c. 2025 (For Harriet Muncaster)

1. The morning spider web  makes a stained glass window of the world; fragments of life  in-between lines iridescent,  designed by a dot mind,  breaking the present into pieces to catch the future.  2. When the sun sinks, the sapphire birds come; circle the water and scoop one by one, ascending back on an infinity string  with full beaks. Who decides the sequence?  Outside of the group, orders are mysteries,  descending.  C. LJ Ireton, 2025