Rx Poetry
Chalk Angels
by Pavlina Marie Writes
A wise woman showed me her chalk visions of angels once
I feared for their Elnett-free faces
Yes, we are all one matter but I have the Archangel Gabriel
Up to my elbow. I am contaminated!
Her pride in her anniversary keyring traced AA
in aspiration arcs between us
‘Put it this way, I wouldn’t put up my tent at heights
That’s for the Koran and other books that call
for gloved hands. They are not calling for me
Don’t live by the sea as I do
All human suffering leads to it
I was 44 before I learned
My sister is our mother’s favourite
Extradition treaties are signed in secret
Death drones are made to order and that iconic picture
Is a clever setting on the iphone 10’
The furious ones, the curious ones, the unbelievers
Keepers of accountants’ secret logs.
Family dynasties, Faustian packs
Paradigm-pushers, population-pimpers
Philanthropists
All protected characteristics
They call freaks conspiracy theorists now
Coney Island welcomes you
Image by Stuart M. Buck
Pavlina Marie Wilkin is London-born and of Greek-Cypriot heritage. Her poems have appeared in Marble Magazine, Pink Plastic House and Fevers of the Mind. Her found poems are a way of processing the political soup of the day but are mainly a kind of personal tarot reading. Find her on Twitter: marie_writes | @
