“My thinking, and my longing, were prayer.
Thank you for all that is true but not yet real.
I borrowed an archetype: one
I could not have loved without,
Not Joan of Arc on fire, another
Miracle imagined girl,
In my mind when I was born.
Red cheeks and red nose, like an apple cheeked doll:
It was The Kind Little Girl,
Her heart glowing like a cigar butt in the door of a dark tavern.”
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
Dec 13, 2013