The Wishing Well

When a fateful fatal brushstroke comet 

rewrites the cartographic skies

and the freed Seven Sisters giggle,

meet me underneath the hanging tree.

I will be waiting by the wishing well 

for a kinder god to help untangle the sacred yew,

to build a bridge of yew between 

sacred truth and these prayer pennies’ worth of infinity.

Once upon a never after, forevermore,

tonight.

22/02/21