gilt of the seraph: for my late cousin Rosie Myric

gilt of the seraph: for rosie

 

i saw a seraph two nights ago

she stood and looked, far past me though. her hair quite like a mass of gold. 

but twined, and coiled,

silently extolled

 

I have seen a spring in May. 

Its gilt appeared out of the grey. 

People sprawled, they danced, they laid. Anticipating not the end of the day. 

 

When she leaves the flowers wilt, the rivers stop, the lovers jilt. 

May still comes but not akin, to the way she was in skin.