I am inside…

I am inside 
The ancient stand …the old tree. Forests, gifts of the kings’pride.
I peer up long straight limbs.
Crawl within the caged rib.
Out along her spine … charred
Our Lady of the Flames…ruined
A million novinas on dark clouds
Rise to meet the Easter Son. God.

peer through long limbs

Ann Foster, poet

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