Angels, Pleasant in the Liminal Conscious

A hundred angels

danced in a transient haze

while a horse played the harpsichord (John).

 

The weather was pleasant,

like conversations with your Mum,

which is more than a man can afford.

 

Did we lie in the liminal,

in crepuscular rays,

till we reconciled the muse.

 

Did the pages shake the conscious,

& the conscience create nightmares,

and the hangover leave us confused?

 

Published in SpeedPoets, Vol. 13.6, August 2013

Author: Mark William Jackson

Mark William Jackson's work has appeared in various print and online journals, including Best Australian Poems 2011, Going Down Swinging, Cordite, Popshot (UK), Rabbit, Page Seventeen, SpeedPoets and The Diamond & the Thief. Mark's debut poetry collection "The Frequency of God" is available now through all major outlets, see https://markwmjackson.com/the-frequency-of-god-is-now-available/ for details.

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