Flickernail

The flickernail glosses my eye

In subtle caressing hues

That whisper shimmerings to the shadows,

Those silhouetted wings within gossamer,

Those secret shivers within the sliver;

They are the beckoning fears of the quiet quiver

For the smears that bind, like wet lashes of

A trembling eye, are the same that

Protect from the

Wanderings of a soul searching to die

For the shaking that eases

Is the weakness that binds

And the flickernail knots

Me weak…

Timothy Willard loves to sit with his wife by the bonfire and make up stories about Tom the Backyard-Badger for his three lovely daughters. When he's not carving up the Appalachian Mountains on his Salsa El Mariachi, you can find him busy writing a book, collaborating on a book, or reading a book written by someone dead and gone. Timothy studied beauty in the works of C.S. Lewis under theologian Alister McGrath. The author of five books, including Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society (Zondervan), Timothy is currently finishing The Life-Changing Adventure of Chasing Beauty (Eerdmans, 2019), preparing his doctoral thesis for publication, and trying to find a publisher for his first novel The Tempest and the Bloom. He lives somewhere in the south Charlotte woods.