That Granada Night Poem by Tina Cartwright

That Granada Night



Your memory
is the silver lark of death
waiting for love
to outshine time

You are in that Granada night
snaking through sandy alleys
into the underworld
where lament drew blood
and tears formed red stars
to shroud the moon

You were my laughter
Floating down river
Caught by the lip of the cave
Sucked into dark

Where the myths of
openings to the underworld
are real,
I kissed blue lips
once blood red

Take me downriver
where the cave
opens into
night.

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