Their sun bleached bones
Chant of unwarranted survival.
Desert winds haunt memory.
Into the caverns of death,
...
At twilight, frost fell
An ethereal net of gossamer
As dreams parted.
the smell of cabbage rose
...
Fossils
Their sun bleached bones
Chant of unwarranted survival.
Desert winds haunt memory.
Into the caverns of death,
These lives aimlessly wandered
Howling bitterly as banshees
In sad prayers before extinction.
I had the pleasure of meeting Diana in another life. She inspired me to write then and after having read Fossils, Maid Service and Tolstoy, I am very pleased to see that she continues to write with the same passion.
A truly gifted and underrated poet.