Song

Song

He would sing like an angel
   In her angel ears
True lyrics moving
   The aetheric spheres,

But the iron arrangements
   Of this iron world
Nail seraphim tongues
   And strap back the word.

 

 



About the Author


Paul Chris­t­ian Stevens was born in Eng­land but lives in Aus­tralia with his wife and numer­ous chil­dren, dogs and cit­rus trees. He has an Hon­ours degree in Eng­lish and teaches lit­er­a­ture. He edits The Chi­maera with Peter Blox­som, and he is widely pub­lished online and in print, most recently or immi­nently in The For­mal­ist Por­tal, The New For­mal­ist, Snake­skin, Lucid Rhythms, and Con­tem­po­rary Son­net.

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