The ice bobs in the glass, a man overboard. The last bubbles of froth pop out one by one. The bourbon sits solid at the bottom, refusing to mix with …Mrs Daniels by Kirsty Niven
Half-sick of shadows –
I weave tapestries that cry and die.
My loom is cursed to make no life,
to snip on threads like the fates.
I am forced to sit and watch
as my only dream unties and unravels.
Their innocence preserved by such sleep,
the lily’s putrid perfume lingering on them.
This room, their mass grave,
carpeted with pale corpses.
The candles snuff out one by one
as Death collects flies from the web.
They have passed
onto the other side of the mirror,
floating down the river
to my moonlit lament.
Previously published in Alien Buddha Zine.
The BeZine have shared 3 of my poems on their blog. Check them out here: https://thebezine.com/2020/03/24/three-poems-by-kirsty-a-niven/
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The Wild Word have shared three of my poems as part of their ‘What The Heart Wants’ issue. Check them out here – https://thewildword.com/poetry-kirsty-a-niven/
My contributor copy of the anthology ‘Heat the Grease: We’re Frying Up Some Poetry’ arrived today. Such a great anthology to be a part of. Available on Amazon.