Wild Goose Light on the path ahead the sun’s last rays generous, prodigal poured out in dying oblation. All light dies, or turns; flame fades to ash and you are left a lonely coal, heavy-footed lost in a darkness that encroaches and dulls. But there is another way. The sky to the west still burns with quiet translucence waiting to be filled; a gentle invitation. So lift this turgid bulk, these trappings take off, ungainly goose, drag your frame into air that scatters you like snowflakes with yet-glowing embers and welcomes you to lightness and fleet, home-bound flight.
Rachel Grandey, originally from North-East England, studied literature, linguistics and anthropology before moving to South-East Asia to teach English. She enjoys sea-gazing, bird-watching, tea-drinking and early morning forest-exploring. Her proudest literary achievement to date is winning a signed Manchester United football in a poetry competition at the age of fourteen. Her poetry has been published in Vita Poetica.
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