The Incense: a free version of 'The Incense' by Zabel Khanjian Assatour, 'Mother Sibyl'.
"A white shadow burns"
A libanomantic exercise, perhaps, in showing that old witches once were (in this poem's last stanza) charming, innocent children, now wafted into the air for reading their souls' runes. Incense smoke as the veil from or against burning passions.
Even old men like me, who sometimes enter churches of the wrong religion only to find that incense can also summon their own souls' runes -- and in this photo of me (a year ago), there can be just seen an incense burner beside me on the ground, gushing its fumes upward, but this is nothing when compared to the sun's strong beam. Yet, one day, no doubt, that beam will grow paler than its own projected kite's future light.
Libanomancy, or smouldering stars as distant anvils' sparks, not the anvils themselves.
ABOVE IS AN EXCERPT FROM MY REVIEW OF 'STAR KITES' by MARK VALENTINE HERE.