MA | An Ode of Sorts

An Ode of Sorts

Eyes of my regret sail over
a shelf of old books –

A week away from time
under the olive tree —

The princesses in the tower
sing out to shepherds —

Tenebrae, then evanescence
trees at winter twilight —

Black fingers on white sails
nine sonnets yesterday —

Roadside harps, happy ends
songs for candle light –

Earth’s unpublished diaries
for when the green lies —

All may be well and unfold
before spent time tells –

if we be false, or true.

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Sources: Massachusetss Women Poets
Process: Pick-mix cento