Poetry

Caper's Poets

In the Golden Chamber of St. Ursula — Grace Andreacchi

Bones spiral outward
drenched in gold
small and thin, chicken or child

Golden chrysalis of pain
a stillness unbroken
by waves of thunder

That last night of Mary’s month
the sky dripped fire
and eleven thousand

Stars burned in the wayward streets
men phosphorescent
turned to little lumps of clay

In our hour of need, O Princess
did you spread wide
your ermine cloak?

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