Petrified Gossamer

Petrified Gossamer
A sugar cage of red Welsh gold
spun and shaped by flame
draped uncomfortably on Ockhams Razor
a secular angel on the head of a pin
flexible as windblessed cobweb
dancing tightrope
Hardy's Mrs Henniker in a terracotta dress
nearly kissed in a carriage but not quite
managing a difficult edge
but life has set fires
smoke deviled the air
and I'v turned friable,fragile, echoed
and if you say yes to darkened Iris'
fall in them and grasp
I'll turn into terrified dust
fall, float
dissolve