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Sing to me
by Emily R. Paget
Sing to me.
Breath sunk to
staved bone,
porcelain cracked
wide like thunder.
These hymns sung
in sheets painted violet;
the scent of mourning.
Laced wings beat
to the drum of moving earth.
Her music set at dusk
to bury secret longing.
So sing to me.
Let me sleep.
Buried
by Emily R. Paget
When the Earth sleeps
I hear her ancient mourning.
Divine sorrow drawn in the
ashes of oak.
A brumal mist that drifts barefoot
through the hourglass,
swollen in her crown of
grief.
These wings of darkness
beat in syncopation
against the silence.
Soul for soul and
buried in scarlet.
The sound of drumming
an invitation
to the wild-eyed moon.
about the author // Emily R. Paget
| Emily R. Paget (she/her) lives and works in Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland. The landscape and coast around her home inspire both her writing and photography. She is passionate about her natural surroundings, history and the balance of light and dark. Shortlisted for the Yeovil Poetry Prize 2022 Her debut poetry collection, The Weight of Missing, was published in March 2023 by The Choir Press. |
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