Requiem for a Princess
John Hartley Williams, 22 September 2005
“... of a child. Smoothed from the national laundry is a crease. The penguin. Its raised beak. Its self-important air. An advice bird. Rising trumpets lift up through shafts of attic sunlight. Sound-motes. The air is soothed. Chords on dusty keys. There she goes! Straight as a die! Tantara! (ii) A press of the old against the young, craning their necks to ... ”