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Mary, I said to myself
for no reason.
And it startled me to
find my blood and body freezing.
Strange, alone Mary was
the reason.
Mary? I questioned whilst
time left me alone.
Mary? I called out whilst
the earth tensed and groaned.
Mary, Mary. I broke into
earth's melody with a longing moan.
I saw tears she cried
which were never there,
And desire hiding in her
skin and hair.
And before I thought her
to be happy and fair.
Mary? The wind spoke in
circles about my ears.
Mary, the world shock in
turmoil cast by fear.
Mary my being broke with
oceans of tears.
Mary.
Mary
Conway, sister to my first love - Cathy. This poem recounts a single
moment of intimacy when we were still in our single digit years. |
