Flat, sober faced
With two hands slow but steady, saving from ruins
or announcing an approaching ruin
hands stationed on the face
hands controlled by the crown
a crown in between allied fingers
winding to and fro
With numbers a dozen and a tiny arm stretched, unresting
wings spreading wild
wings enclosed when tamed
around idle and busy wrists.
This is written from a prompt on Sharpened Vision, a poetry course on Coursera.
