Craigh na Dun enchants me.
You stand on the other
side of stones as real
as yesterday, perfectly
formed by ink and dreamer.
Jamie, I want to hear you call me
Sassenach, speak Gaelic, fall over
the edge of realty into your
bold, lustful eyes.
Love doesn’t have to make sense.
I can feel what I can’t touch,
live in flesh and bone and inhabit dreams.
Crazy is to remain empty, to let your
light die just because no one can see its flame.
I am impractical, hungry for ink to write me
into your arms… Love grows and falls apart
with the power of an eraser… I choose to thrive
even if the pen never finds my name.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Comments
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with the power of an eraser." Good to read you, dear Susie, and nice work on revamping the blog.
light die just because no one can see its flame” ...it makes me wonder and question. Lovely poem. 😊