She stares at her reflectionand perceives the sun
staining her golden hair
with a tinge of blood.
Her eyes close; water ripples
in the evening light. The air chilled.
Last year, April was warmer.Everything bloomed early
while hatchings broke their speckled shell.
Within her, a child formedfloating with pale ease
like the marsh flowers
or her face in the dusk lightwhen her lover muted
the candle’s flame, and some wine
dissolved any guilt
No one thought – that sooner would leadto sudden loss. Blossoms shed
after one storm, the letter
she wrote to Lancelot - burned
after a fall. She turned away
from the shrinking page, her words left
as a charred flutter on the hearth,
her shadow draping the stone wall.
The beautiful artwork is by Spanish artist, Sonia Verdu.