Treasure Island

Donna Ialongo


A Woman Sunken in Stars


a woman, sunken in stars,
mirrored in hate, can love a
little and much unloved can pray hardly
wanting more. this child woman

she wants her hell in
mountains and ditches dug beneath a
heart which clings to only one.

her hands touch the moon
and leave it after cold. kisses
are but dropped deceit and trust
is lost on the iced arms
of a willow laughing.

her price is so low a tear
will buy or perhaps a pocket of pity
will fill the hole with
wax, but it will only melt.
regret is too good for her -
and shadows too welcome.

(February 4,1965)

Submitted: Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Edited: Thursday, June 15, 2006

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