Nephilim A calyx of home-spun lavender, a sacred rose wrested of its thorns; in their palms they sat by the willow tree - until the world ended. Beneath secrets and bones, a delicate creature born or ripped with spiralling time. Hair not skin or a tail of a beast or a Nephilim from the faded cascade; in that other reality by the floating water stream under; the sun years away – twined up with gold.
Louise Mather is a writer from Northern England and founding editor of Acropolis Journal. Her work is published or forthcoming in magazines such as Fly on the Wall Press, Crow & Cross Keys, Nymphs, Streetcake Magazine, Feral and Dust Poetry Magazine. She writes about endometriosis, fatigue and mental health. Twitter @lm2020uk