Monarca Rising

“For the sake of some things
 That be now no more
I will strew rushes on my chamber-floor, I will plant bergamot at my kitchen door.”

-from Rosemary, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Now No More

by Carmen H Gray

Putting things to rest

Set aside, motionless

Strike a match, be done at last

A trinity twined from the past

The glow from the flame intensifies

And all lost things, all broken ties

Let loose into the void to fill

It up again when it will

Raven dark and softly unfurled

Greetings to the crimson world

All the scenes now no more

March on quietly, evermore