Gabriella the Sylph

by Jeanine Crook

Onyx feathers poured from her scalp.

With ludic eyes she transmuted

all the world's sorrow which

was her own.

Garments draped on her hips

like Spanish bluebells.

She collected quixotic trinkets

and held them in the safety of her pockets.

These charms fell between the spaces

of her fingers as she played with them

and like a cosmic portal

they took her to planet Venus

where she lay in

lackadaisical woolgathering.

Tomorrow she would build pretty villas in the air.