Image: Phoenix Rising by Ruth Calder Murphy
She sees an opportunity for escape and takes it.
By the skin of her teeth she flies,
the world falling away and every day till now
dropping to the depths of distant memory.
In her own blood she paints exquisite calligraphy
on the lintels of the rest of her life.
The world’s ablaze behind her
and she feels the inferno singeing her tail feathers
and making them sing like incense sings in the air around stone circles.
She shakes the ashes off her feet
and marvels in the pyrotechnics of her flight.
Night flows from her back like ink.
Rising towards daybreak
she bursts - a comet’s tail of incendiary light -
a trail of bridges exploding in her wake.