VICTORY
trumpet your victory upon me
lay claim to this gnarled body
take the husk and feel it crumble
to dust between your fingers
the ashes rising to meet
the silver clouds so that I may
skitter away across the sky
as you exhale out a thousand apologies
weighed down by a heart of gold.
Melissa Thorne lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband, two young sons and an Irish Wolfhound named Walter (yes my dog really is the size of a small pony). She actively participates in her local poetry community and has had work published in a collaborative online chapbook with work inspired by her hometown of Cobourg. She’s also had a poem selected for Train River Publishing’s upcoming COVID anthology.
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