Paris all white like icing sugar on a cake
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Le Place des Invalides
Birds, black chisel nicks
In the white
Cathedral mask of the skySnow falls quicker
Born of the uncandled quarter
The land of failed prayers.The font of this time is empty
Only ice and the blown out light
Of unfinished windows.Across the river, towards
Le Place des Invalides
Statues have the green stainStrain to see through
The wedding-storm confetti flakes.We are green no more, this land and I,
At war with the winds
The roaring mouth of frost.Birds scatter the sky
Riding the night’s guillotine fall,
Auguries of it allThis winter without end.
About The Author
Sean Woodward is a British artist, writer and musician. His art is collected internationally and his essays, fiction and poetry have been published in a number of international publications. He is the author of A Grammar of Spirits, Keys to the Hoodoo Kingdom, ARCHONIX, NECRONIX, Erzulie of the Deep, The Grimoire of ZAL and co-author of The Infernal Faces of Hekate. AEONIX and Keys to the Voudon Kingdom are forthcoming from zoshouse.com
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