Heather Quinn
inception
egg & dart acanthus flowers
bloom into chandelier
its green cord, not ivy but umbilical
shoots up a custard colored wall
through ceiling to rooftop, the sun-stop
where a body of angels sit straight backed
on a sofa blue as the caribbean sky
their wings flutter frantic as starlings
stirring up wind to wake the humans below
to the memory of womb
the predawn of blood & placenta
star, bark, magma , taproot
their wings flap feverishly
frothing a salty storm
the humans look down at their iphones
searching for that new sleep app
exhausted, the angels release a sigh so strong
it whips every country’s flag into a frenzy
as mother earth spins in her stillness
waiting to crack buildings in two
to birth fossils of feather & extinct thumb bones
for the next billion years
bloom into chandelier
its green cord, not ivy but umbilical
shoots up a custard colored wall
through ceiling to rooftop, the sun-stop
where a body of angels sit straight backed
on a sofa blue as the caribbean sky
their wings flutter frantic as starlings
stirring up wind to wake the humans below
to the memory of womb
the predawn of blood & placenta
star, bark, magma , taproot
their wings flap feverishly
frothing a salty storm
the humans look down at their iphones
searching for that new sleep app
exhausted, the angels release a sigh so strong
it whips every country’s flag into a frenzy
as mother earth spins in her stillness
waiting to crack buildings in two
to birth fossils of feather & extinct thumb bones
for the next billion years
Biography
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Heather Quinn is a poet living in San Francisco who loves the act of layering memory, image, the political & spiritual into her work. She often thinks of writing as collage-making. Recent publishing credits include 42 Miles Press, Burning House Press, Ghost City Review, Headline Poetry & Press, Prometheus Dreaming & Raw Art Review. You can find her on Twitter at @hquinnpoet.
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