The warmth of blood beneath her cold lapel,
regressed like the distant rumble of a boxcar.
Tempest thundered through cracks in the wall,
like the blood of tattered men against
the haze of an iron sky.
Through the wooden carousel, the howl of sunrise
tore at her woven heart as she cried out to him
like a black crane, gasping for air.
Stumbling with the crippled horns of Ferdinand,
he searched the wind swept streets for her soul.
About the Author
Currently, Miguel Sonier is enrolled at Selkirk College through the University of Arts and Sciences and is an attendee, in first year Creating Writing. As a child, he was raised in the West Kootenay. Today, he lives beside the Slocan River, where he feels deeply rooted amongst his Russian and Irish ancestors, who are, buried in the earth around the City of Rossland. When not at the local coffee shops going through renderings, you can usually find him cycle touring the Canadian landscape.
