“Hope” is the thing with feathers – Emily Dickinson
If I left you a feather
preserved
in Burmese amber
would you treasure
this coelurosaur’s gift
wrapped in semi-
translucent resin?
Would you release
the ferrous
traces of my blood –
hopeful of
cloning?
Or would you reject
this humble
hollow-tailed thing –
ignore me – in favour of
an angel’s token?
Spangle McQueen is a happy grandma and hopeful poet living in Sheffield.
Foxglove Journal 