most fairy tales are pretty grim but they still ride us—Jane Ayres

sky / knucklebone thick / twisting
clouds / mellow-matted / skimming
skinning / bronzed sun / coppering 

henna-draped ravens / cloaking 
flayed crows / rows of stitched jelly
fish / pale eyelids / cracking 
red rock / chalky pinks / narrowing
the dull weight / expansive surrender

second thoughts / flayed / harvested
mimicking / ruptured silence 

playing with unformed ghosts is unwise 

spectral fisting / mulching the bitter kiss
meeting the fractured eye / unwedded bliss 

UK based neurodivergent writer Jane Ayres completed a Creative Writing MA at the University of Kent in 2019 aged 57. She enjoys Open Mic events, is fascinated by hybrid poetry/prose experimental forms and her work has appeared in Postscript, Dissonance, Ink Drinkers Poetry, Not Deer Magazine, Lighthouse, Viscaria, The Sock Drawer, Streetcake, The North, The Poetry Village, Door is a Jar, Marble, Agapanthus, Kissing Dynamite and The Forge.

photo by Kirill Pershin and Elia Pellegrini (via unsplash)