As the hour swallows itself,
walls dissolve and spirits cross the threshold,
blind bones quicken and fly,
the Queen accompanied by her retinue of doors
sings to the spirits, the spell
cast with string, wire and matchsticks
is broken with the slightest of missteps,
the conjuror lies awake
awaiting first light.
Mark Starling lives in Louisiana. His work has appeared in Eucalypt, Ribbons, The Rumpus, Dirigible Balloon, Eunoia Review and elsewhere.
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