Sulayr Poem by Suzy Jay

An iron door opens inwards
leaving behind an antartica of white cloud
untrodden, ethereal.
I walk out and onwards
south and over unseen seas.
In muted motion the prussian blue
propels and pushes,
sucking me across the snow cloud.
My legs are gone and still walking
within something intangible
until I fall on the shore
of the Riff.
Crimson and orange majesty
profiling a pink carpet.
I turn around into the shadow of the colossus
draped in its ermin cape
and I know, I know,
that I have walked
the paths of light.