Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Vermillion

She mourns alone

beneath a wall of
etched glass &
watercolor angels

Her celestial whispers
h u m

as

the iridescent aureole of candles
i l l u m i n a t e s
her shrunken silhouette

She folds her hands in prayer

Freed from painted eyes
a muddied tear
crawls

downward

lingering
frozen between
two vermilion lips

--Sandra Ketcham currently lives in Orlando, where she works as a full-time freelance writer and editor. She is pursuing her degree in psychology and spends her free time working with autistic children and their families. Her poetry is recently published or forthcoming in Yes, Poetry, Psychic Meatloaf, Cherry Blossom Review, and others. Sandra has a strong aversion to llamas.

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