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Wednesday, 25 August 2021

Isaac by Amber Genevieve Flynn

it was gravity that broke our hearts
our rustic love felled soundlessly
by some brown man’s axe

We’d gone up to the woods in dark
my dress your boots
our cool ears and fingers
tasted there the moss and fog

But as the sun rose
our bodies broke and splintered
toppled to the leafy floor
perished with the crisper light of sunrise.

From: Flynn, Amber Genevieve, “Isaac” in Westerly, Volume 45, November 2000, p. 45.

Date: 2000

By: Amber Genevieve  Flynn (fl. 2000)