She stares at her
reflection
and perceives the
sunstaining her golden hair
with a tinge of blood.
in the evening light. The air chilled.
Last year, April was warmer.
Everything bloomed
earlywhile hatchings broke their speckled shell.
Within her, a child
formed
floating with pale
easelike the marsh flowers
or her face in the
dusk light
when her lover
mutedthe candle’s flame, and some wine
dissolved any guilt
No one thought –
that sooner
would lead
to sudden loss.
Blossoms shedafter 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.
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The beautiful artwork is by Spanish artist, Sonia Verdu.
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