Phoenix

David Hanlon

 

 

Somehow, I capture the light of recovery in my hands

&, tightly cupped, transport it to you,

ready to spill shine down your throat.

I want it to do the same for you

as it has done for me.

But when I arrive you are lip-stitched,

& I realise I can’t force you

to open your mouth

& let us in.

I look down at my hands, feel ashes

fall through my fingers,

from which, one day,

you will

rise.

 

 


David Hanlon is from Cardiff, Wales, and currently living in Bristol, England. He has a BA in Film Studies and is training part-time as a counsellor/therapist. You can find his work online at Ink, Sweat & Tears, Fourth & Sycamore, Calamus Journal, Occulum, The Rising Phoenix Review, & Writers Resist, among others. He can be followed at https://twitter.com/DavidHanlon13

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