Issue 15
Rain
Marie Eyre
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Drought
Some say you're cursed
and worthless ground,
a drought of a man
who can't be salvaged.
A host of sweet-eyed lovers
tested your thirsting field
but dried to sad -- could not stay
your burr and thorn. The hardiest
women left you, hugging their
withered hearts.
You've used me up with your dusty
vows buried in monsoon promises,
and I tire of turning cobbles
searching for precious moss.
~Marie Eyre
Marie Eyre is a retired musician and published author/artist residing in Ontario, Canada. She recently won a gold medal from NPAC Best of The Best Poetry Competition.
© 2004 by Marie Eyre. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2004 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.