CAVE OF SWIMMERS (a wordle poem)

What did she care about transgression

Silhouetted against the orange desert sun

When I threw myself upon her altar?

What was the demimonde of others

When my entire grand universe

Pulsated at the base of her throat?

When the ancient rites blew away maps

When the fiery Africa became a gray area

What did we care about death?

For each time a candle is lit

In the asylum of the cave

The swimmers are reborn.

Sasha A. Palmer

written for The Sunday Whirl 

inspired by The English Patient 
and Cave of Swimmers

MADRIGAL

A bolt of lightning brings a cooling rain,
In place of passion settles harmony,
Discord is now a treasured memory

That haunts your perfect world again, again...
A filled with longing subtle melody,
A bolt of lightning brings a cooling rain,
In place of passion settles harmony,

But it does not conceal the same refrain:
Do let me burn, don't spare the agony...
Accord and fire - a mismatched company,
A bolt of lightning brings a cooling rain,
In place of passion settles harmony,
Discord is now a treasured memory. 



Sasha A. Palmer


Written for Poetic Asides