Songs of Anisha
of clues.
Her heart forever be
blue if she seek for
the love that is
true.
“Age of gold”
by Alasdair Paterson
Burnish the armour.
Drench the altar.
Flourish the treasure.
Or walk out
into a flare of sunlight
that’s all that matters
here, this moment.
Those gods you named
and brought to life
seem to like you.
Days like this, you might
expect to hear from one.
Pellucid, bright
as a rock-pool at sunrise
is how oracles speak
the day before
the age of second thoughts.
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