we wore our hearts
in sticker on
polyester sleeve
while whale bone
held us to north
and nightfall
— waiting
for ghost-trees
to give over and
bring blood home
cellophane crackling
under our feet of
cruel winters
ashen, for that is
how we lost our
home
6 responses to “ashen”
Love the imagery. Those ghost-trees especially.
Thanks! That was one of my own favorite lines when I was done.
Lovely sensory details like the cellophane crackling.
Thank you Bridgette 🙏
I love this
Thanks, Jenn. I think it is one of my better efforts of late.