Sunday, March 15, 2015

A Poem by Dawnell Harrison


We once walked arm-in-arm,
but now your burn circles of fire

into the air with your hand.
You lit me with acetylene--

my body up in red flames
that marks the horizon grey.

I lick the back doorstep eaves
of your home--

I want it to burn
to the blood-soaked ground,

red upon red,
forever melting into my eyes.

Dawnell Harrison has been published in over 200 magazines and journals including, Queen's Quarterly, The Fowl Feathered Review, Danse Macabre, Mobius and many others.  Also she has had 5 books published entitled, Voyager, The maverick posse, The fire behind my eyes, The love death, and The color red does not sleep.

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