Alula

psa_maiyet_ss14campaign_4Alula : Maiyet Spring/Summer 2014

Amelia Brown

Behind closed eyes there is movement,

A feather underwater, she is rising

rising, rinsed and dried in the half-sun.

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The glazed, washed glamour of morning,

frescura like a faint vision of someone else’s garden,

Silk whistling around the shins,

the snap of lingerie and the flapping of beaded wings

A fractured calamus bound by rolled organdy

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Plumes,

encrusted plumes, leaping plumes

pluming swirls of silk and swish,

Pale fire between arching wings

A new, vague but incandescent paradise

soaring

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With the tufted insouciance of a plucked polka dot,

the mercurial tick of an elusive

hothouse bloom she is slipping,

slipping, quick through the fingers

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Silver-stitched,

diaphanous as the tincture of memory

mercury washes the skin, over the clink of steel bones

Sweat drips and cracks in crystalline symmetry

as fan blades click overhead

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Go away closer now,

color seen through vellum eyelids,

this is the diaphanous flotsam of the twilight,

this is the floral crush of pulp underfoot.

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She dives winged into the glassy pool,

glowing white and cooled,

stilled by the sting of spilled rubies,

raw,

incandescent.

*Alula is the term for a bird’s winglet, a small part of the wing that allows for lift and landing while in flight.

(Image Credit: Maiyet.com)

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