See the stucco walls in pale washed pink,
thin lines of trees raised up in silhouette
and dotted precious
with bright, gold, pomegranates,
spaced in time like planets, and set
to spin out the seasons of a hollow promise,
secret wedding banns posted,
the gold glinting and delicate balanced branches
seen by a candlelight set supper, ever a trick
to catch a girl on a darkling promise
of living in a different time,
another space, the room glimmers a threat
of change in the weather, shower of sparks
priming a cosy catch, romance spicing the dark.
And somewhere over and above adventuring,
the keen of a mother’s six-month spaced grief.
Sarah Wallis is a poet and playwright based in Scotland, UK. Recent work is at Trampset, Lunate and Ellipsis online and in print journals Finished Creatures and The Alchemy Spoon. A chapbook, “Medusa Retold,” is available from @fly_press and she tweets @wordweave.