New poem out on Conceited Crusade! Link here
She was sitting right next to me but
seemed 93 million miles away,
like the sun,
she told me to
“Do what thou wilt,”
and like some pagan ritual
I removed my hat when she
stood up and walked out.
Now I go to bed at night
and set a fire
to warm my bones.
What kind of spell
wipes out the dawn,
for my
heart hurts every morning
as I take
a sharp intake of breath,
for
love is a circle
of white light
and loss is history
in flames.
Tricia Sankey 