Tonight's Poet Corner: Redglove Starling

Redglove Starling
by Belinda Roddie

She wore a coat made of secondhand dreams
and a hat brushed with cosmic daring,
sailing on a ship with a thousand oars
rowing toward an endless sky.

I sat frozen on my stool, still spinning
a frail olive in a fragile glass. Everything
about me could break easily, but she,
in contrast, was invincible. She was

dragon's fire in a bottle, chainmail
threaded with jewels and stars. She wore
gloves as red as the blood of the gods,
who still bowed down to her.