Today's poem is by Renée Ashley
Thirst rose in her from a sitting position.
There was would-this and would-that.
There was the man. Not as she thought.
Was the lick. Was the try. When she saw
the sky was broken. When locked her
simple door. Her tongue put out like
so little fire. The what-was-left. Spindle,
lathe. Latch. The heart like two barn doors.
Copyright © 2016 Renée Ashley All rights reserved
from The View from the Body
Black Lawrence Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
Support Verse Daily
Sponsor Verse Daily!
Web Weekly Features
About Verse Daily
Submit to Verse Daily
Copyright © 2002-2016 Verse Daily
All Rights Reserved
Copyright © 2002-2016 Verse Daily All Rights Reserved