poem #46

She crafted wings out of pliers,
taking the metal
and making it flare out
against the sun.
No hollow bones for her
but ones poured out of silver.
She tested them,
her glittering limbs,
feeling each groove like teeth
against her skin,
with one flex of her hands,
took off into the morning.
A shiver of light in the sky.
-Valentina Cano
Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing and a writer. Her works have appeared in Exercise Bowler, Blinking Cursor, Precious MetalsHandful of Dust, The Adroit Journal, Perceptions Literary Magazine, The Corner Club Press, Danse Macabre!, Subliminal Interiors, Generations Literary Journal, A Narrow Fellow, Super Poetry Highway, Stream Press, Stone Telling, Popshot, Golden Sparrow Literary Review, Rem Magazine, Structo, The 22 Magazine, The Black Fox Literary Magazine, Niteblade, Tuck Magazine, Ontologica, Congruent Spaces Magazine, Pipe Dream, Decades Review, Anatomy, Lowestof Chronicle, Muddy River Poetry Review, Lady Ink Magazine, Spark Anthology, Awaken Consciousness Magazine, Vine Leaves Literary Magazine, Avalon Literary Review, Caduceus,White Masquerade Anthology and Perhaps I’m Wrong About the World. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Web and the Pushcart Prize. She blogs at Carabosse’s Library.
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