The Edge of Hope
by Seánan Forbes, UK/USA
and Kirsten Cliff, New Zealand
moonstruck
in the fringes of my dreams
Mare Marginis
my evening meditations
on the edge of hope
falling again
down this hand-dug well
on the edge of hope
I recite lines of poetry
without moving my lips
in the fringes of my dreams
Mare Marginis
my evening meditations
on the edge of hope
falling again
down this hand-dug well
on the edge of hope
I recite lines of poetry
without moving my lips
circling your garden
I speak of love
without moving my lips
I lift your name
to the gods
my fears
push against this ritual
to the gods
I pledge my truth
with the scent of myrrh
autumn leaf-song
we sketch memories
with the scent of myrrh
old dreams
become new vows
Published in Skylark 1:2, Winter 2013
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