Poetry Blogs (geography)

In this sparse June

thieving days sprawl

and steal our moon

with the fiery ball

And we content

to soak that Sun

draw short our days

with less work done

Though in fields afar

from where we play

the sphere retreats 

from a starving day

where shadows fall

on withered seed

and life exists

in constant need

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She lived in Mechelen

of Basque and Belgique blood

opposite a gothic church

a Jupiler neon sign lit her window

They’d sleep on splintered floorboards

and sketch gargoyle shadows on the wall

rarely would they take refuge

she had a husband in Kiev

a sailor of sorts

she cried sometimes

he’d pull away

Six seasons passed 

they laid together

the church in...

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