Mary Queen of Scots

I dreamed of a sawdust chandelierwhose crystals were drops of driftwood dredgedfrom all the world’s shipwrecks: god’s figurehead,and it swung, as I dreamt, ever closer to my fear,softly releasing sweet incense into the clear,black night air, as that great barge carries the dead,but instead of my death, it passaged my dreadand the water it ploughed […]