I am the nadir of stratification.
I have touched the earth.
It has made me unclean.
I am the untouchable;
Beauty is for my elevated cousins; for them
the mystical mists and magical spindrift. They
are curls of angels' hair; God's face.
I weave a dense carpet, threaded with envy.
Louise Longson is a previously unpublished poet from West Oxfordshire, currently working for a local charity which serves those distressed by loneliness and social isolation. A qualified psychotherapist, she has finally cleared enough of her own head-space and house-space to pursue her writing in earnest. You can find her here: https://twitter.com/LouisePoetical.