What is this lonely life where
things come at you from all sides?
Children killed in a bomber’s wake
families keen & weep,
homes full of heartbreak.
Only the night before, I was standing
on a bridge over the canal, just another
one of nature’s daughters; streetlamps
reflected in long halos in the dark night
held in the dark water.
An alone moment after social nibbles
in a local pub, after a celebration of words,
poetry, humanity. This morning, I’m alone
and I hear all the news all over the net:
ice cracks a lake open, winds
creak in the star reaching pines,
a deep silence of solidarity.
Bethany Rivers (M.A.)
Debut pamphlet due out 22nd July, OFF THE WALL from Indigo Dreams Publishing