Angel Flake

In my vain dreams I am not
an ordinary woman
But an extraordinary angel
Beautiful divine
An avenger of mortals
From my clouded pedestal.

My laughter is soul food
My gaze absolution
Elixir upon which weary
man may sip after crossing
A desert or quench
his dying thirst...

I am unreal.
In real live streaming media
And endless action replays
I fail the ritual test.

I'm  plain shallow vain
Thoughtless,
Frequently unkind
Verbose and silly,
A boring little
Mousy monotony!
And I smile...Yes!

Did I see you search for ear plugs?
Are you leaving my page in a hurry,
Shaking your head
In disgust
This isn't poetry my friend
But my scales of artifice shed
Disguise and defence
Discarded

I want to be weighed
On the scales of justice
And willingly
I find myself
Wanting
To fall then
Upon mercy.

And this is me
At my best
Contrite and elegant
I will make eye contact
And confess my truth
And shame the devils

I am not your angel
But I did wish
To fetch you a
wisp of
Heaven.

Its my smile that
Trembles on
The verge of
Fearful precipices
Which you hold
Precious
Because it wants
To be seen for
What it is
Loved
Just as is,
Where it is.

And this honesty is
My tiny crumb offering
Angel cake or manna.
Perhaps I am
A little bit flaky
After all
But an angel,
Nevertheless
And I am yours,
Without pretence.

© Amrita Valan 2015