It's Still Life

A Wounded Pilgrim 

The flame flickers, and goes out, 
the candle smokes 
with wisps like cottonwood. 
An angel's wings, or was it   
a divine gust. 

A woman rushes her rosary, 
fingers the beads, movement 
like cogs in a gear, sounds, 
razor sharp fall from her lips.
She buzzes like a bee.

A pious woman, a wounded pilgrim, 
and she streams God like music.  

Written for Fireblossom. Words included: bees; cottonwood; razor. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney