Jennifer Healy

I gather dry leaves

In the pockets of unattached wounds

Remorse is the flint

Of a presumptuous nostalgia


In the winter of requital

I hold the catatonic embryos

Of my former acquisitions


To whom do I chain this beast

This beast that lumbers within

The collapsible furnace

Of my indefensible heart?


18 thoughts on “Vengeance

  1. We all have inner demons who besiege us and who take so much of our time. The question is how to deal with them or exercise them is pursuit of vengence. Great poem as always Yves.

  2. Very lovely – the picture makes me think of fairy tale books I saw as a child with sleeping princesses and so forth – your poem elevates this to something more mythic. 🙂 🙂 xxx

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