Saturday, December 5, 2009

Never Used Angel


for sale, two dollars, plus shipping, on Craigslist.

Soul guardian, trumpet blower, summoner of heralds.

In excelsis deo, in electric neon, in a new box.

Lit up wings and wire, blinking bulbs, white

cord for snow camouflage, flightless wings,

holiday yard, hallowed art? Hollow art?

Shopping cart? Plus spiritual tax.


By Jari Thymian

3 comments:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Jari Thymian’s poetry has appeared in Simply Haiku, Ekphrasis, The Christian Science Monitor, The Pedestal Magazine, The Progenitor and in various anthologies. Poems are forthcoming in Margie Review, Alehouse, Chicken Pinata, and Broadsided Press. The Meaning of Barns was published by Finishing Line Press in 2007. She is delighted that one of her poems was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. www.jarithymian.com.

Michele Harvey said...

wow! incredible! thank you.

Tabitha Dial said...

Clever. And insightful.

I don't know that I'll see another holiday angel the same again.

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