My husband passed away 12 years ago, which affected me deeply for a long time. I have come to terms with his death, which was traumatic. I wrote this poem as a tribute to our love.
GLASS You hold me, I am porcelain. I am chipped in places, but not broken. You like the chinks and cracks, they let hope shine in. Our lips meet in earthshine, until the moon’s shadow dances at my throat. Your hands, they are granite, they are feathers. I like the crowns of thorns you wear upon your palms. They make me bleed when you place them on my breasts. I know we are living amongst the dying. I am Venus, you create me. You take me from my abstract world and paint me into starry skies above the Rhone. Your kind hands model the widow from the girl. You carve me out of glass to see if this heart still beats – if it is still yours. Copyright © Sarah Drury 2022
the starry-eyed mermaid 