Woman of Sorrows
Ophelia
drowned hair floating
among the weeds
slashing with her
jagged edges
the drums talked in
her bones
but she couldn’t
interpret
what they said
she’d loved the world
once
so Alive
everything Wild
gripped tightly
between thighs
but that last time
the last time
they made love heavy
& slow
like people under
water
breathless
tied to the turning
wheel
she knew
that no one is
remembered
that they always
carry their own tombstones
inside them
Do you feel the vastness though?
And just how fleeting every moment is?
the moon a thread of
light against the sky
lightning dancing on
the horizon
gone beyond gone
she could still move
mountains
the moments of a life preserved in stone
grass grown mound
faded inscription
the cost of freedom
buried
in the ground
©
2018 pamela twining
