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Waxed Lachrymose

3rd
March 2011
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by Sarah E. Colona

I dis­cerned, obscure­ly, a child’s face
look­ing through the win­dow

—Emi­ly Bron­të, Wuther­ing Heights

Som­er­sault of fog.
Winter’s chill hid­den with­in

Wood smoke. Gorse. Clove.
My wild one wore

A cloak of ravens,
A har­le­quin mask of lead.

From her lips,
Stilled bees fell—

Browned blos­soms. Soft pat­ter.
Twist­ed iri­des­cence.

Wicked lit­tle soul,
I’m come home.

At present, Sarah Eliz­a­beth Colona finds her­self caught between New Jer­sey and Vir­ginia. You may find her poems in past issues of Cab­i­net des Fées and Jab­ber­wocky.


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